The warm light of day
Touches his heart and
Awakens the quiet voice
That screams in his head
With poetic words and
With soft whispers.
Wanting to taste and
Wanting to know
If kisses stir her
Butterflies? If caresses
Bring her pleasure?
If his scent remains
Long after he is gone?
Is there hunger and passion
In her memory of him and a
Wondering over where a night
Might lead. Lingering kisses,
Sweet tastes. Gentle touches.
She nibbles his ear in the dark
And the only sound heard
Comes from pounding hearts
As every inch of their souls are
Kissed and licked and devoured
By the quiet calm that comes with
The warm light of day.