Grasp the soul

My heart grasps the pen...
The soul yearns for touch...
Skin shivers in anticipation...
Stare down the depth of feeling...

Her eyes grasp where I am...
The flavor suctions firmness...
Leaves trails dripping want...
Frames building desire for...release..

Fingers grasp the evidence...
Sinking into the budding folds...
Our rhythm grows to a crescendo...
Of shooting star like traces...

Shuddering...
Pulsating...
Gasping...
Enveloping...

Peace~