May 2009

Just a Dream?The tingling on your very lips

The tingling on your very lips
A world at gentle fingertips

Tastes so subtle and so sweet
Feelings flutter as they fleet

Muscles move and spasm swift
Thoughts to ponder, dreams to lift

Loving lashes of your tongue
Ever lasting, ever long

No direction, lack of goal
Trembling in your deepest soul

But though a dream this has become
Every touch is still a sun