warm skin in december

smooth skin whispers
yearning for my touch
finger tips trailing
up her arm
down her back
over her hips
warmth
scent
racing heart
slow movements
slow breaths
slowly on her breasts
lips clash
and catch
pucker and die
and catch
i breath her in
my encircling arms
feeling her warmth
giving my warmth
my skin and her skin
i take her into the bedroom
and shut the door