To touch - to live

She lay pensively drowning in his green eyes.  
It was dark, but she had seen his eyes so many times before.  
She recalled the cool hue she was now gazing into.
Flecks of street-light-reflections danced in the corner of his eye as he watched her.

He brushed a strand of hair from her forehead and allowed his fingers to glide across her cheek and chin.
She was mindful of his breath. It was warm and rhythmic.
Her face so close to his that his breath washed over her lips like a gentle wave lapping the shore
Trying not to blink, in case she should wake from this dream

His fingers adoringly mapping the contours of her form
While their souls engaged in a cosmic dance above them in the firmaments –
Their bodies just lagging a step or two behind
She drank in the music of his touch,

He spoke in soft whispers,
Promising, adventure and protection.
In the sweet darkness he traced her collarbone
And he wrote his name on her body like it was a work of art.

Her body quivered as she pressed in toward him,
Waiting, wanting, holding back, afraid to release her desire
He met her lips with his
The most eloquent silence of two mouths kissing

Passion surging inside of them
And spilling over their lips
She breathed in his breath between kisses
As if to keep him near

Bodies yearning
Speaking their own language
Morphing into one with the universe
Stars and galaxies the dance floor to their senses

Her awareness swimming, swirling
He had meticulously discovered her mind
And knew very well where he could take her
She now freely conceded, as he explored her body

Consciously attentive and yet under pleasures drug
Her body surfed each wave with glorious responsiveness
Strong sensations ripped through her soul      
And she clung to him, as he consumed her

Euphoria filled the room as their cosmic tango culminated in delight
Did time have to be so cruel and bring the dawn so soon?
Morning summoning for her departure      
When? … she wondered,  as he gently kissed her goodbye