Our visions connect.
Slowly we are drawn;
To that crimson x mark,
Beneath that spot light.
Our hands touch.
Bit by bit our fingers lock;
And our skins begins to rub,
To a tune we’re all familiar at.
Our breaths exchange.
Warm mist of air;
Envelop our lustful bodies,
As they begin to move.
Our hearts beat fast.
Uneven pulse from all places;
Our veins are like hot wires,
For that jolt of electricity.
Our bodies tremble.
The soft melody fades;
As we both hunger for more,
Of that sweetness and sensuality.
May 14, 2009
James Callos