On the Edge (2)

winged thoughts keep flying from
you to me in mind, in song
unseen resonating strings
of tender words and other things

brushing gently in the night
senses tingling out of sight
with visions dancing in between
mind to mind a flowing stream

a raging torrent's powerful surge
with waves of waves of waves, an urge
a growing sensuality
visualizing you and me

with our fingers, through our skin
stimulating deep within
coming closer, getting near
then holding back so that we're

on the edge of ecstasy
this is the place we love to be
as winged thoughts keep flying from
you to me in mind and song