Your lips trace my curves.
My heart pounds under your fingertips.
Your touch; fire.
Your touch; all.
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*Slightly revised from its 2017 version.
We know not
what tomorrow brings
Whatever may come
Therefore, my beloved,
stay here beside me
as we savour
Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson
The moon whispers
only to the sea
the sea rushes
faint with passion
surging against the shore
reaching for her love
the moon blushes darker
swollen with desire
never to caress
Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson
*This is an older piece of mine that I came across and
decided to reprise it. It's one I've always really
liked. The idea of the moon and the sea in love with
each other but never being able to touch.
The heat from your touch and Your passion still Light my nights Morning’s glow brings the truth My soul chilled I know better than to think you’re mine © 2018 Penny Wilson *This was prompted by the incredible photo above. If you would like to get in on the fun, please visit Jansen Photo’s blog HERE.
I want to go back. Back to yesterday, when the world was just us. When all it took for the world to be right, would be for you to take me into your arms.
I close my eyes, breath deeply and whisper your name. I’m caught up in the craving. The desire that takes me to yesterday.
I open my eyes and there you are. Your hand reaches for mine once more. You pull me close and I’m surrounded by your loving embrace. My pulse races with delight at your touch. Your eyes hold my gaze. I fall deeply into the need I see in them. I’m blissfully intoxicated by your flesh, your scent and your urgency.
I’m lost in yesterday again with you. To stay would be insanity.
To leave would be agony.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson