Beloved

I can’t wait  
to    
hold you    
and  
feel your  
skin  
pressed  
against    
mine  
as the    
warmth    
of your    
breath  
and    
your lips  
speak  
a language    
that    
only mine  
can  
understand    
as we    
explore  
one  
another    
with soft  
spoken  
words  
of    
a shared  
understanding    
knowing    
that    
words    
oft    
get  
in the    
way  
of what    
needs    
to be    
felt  
between    
our  
lips  
fingertips  
and  
hips  
as we  
temper  
the    
unknown  
tidal shifts    
of our  
e - motions    
to  
unveil  
a simple  
truth  
as I  
learn  
the art of you.