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Touch

by Rhonda Maneki


Her eyes filled with a quiet
consuming hunger for his touch,
her skin a ripe flush of temptation ,
so warm, so silken, so white,
translucent within the
flickering golden glow
of evenings candlelight..

Oh, his touch, she trembles,
a leaf upon the wind,
her body a symphony he conducts,
with mere gaze,
a caress, a sigh ,
oh, his sigh..so rich with intent,
so filled with meaning, how it stirs her,
within her lay vast magnificent pools of yearning,
which is his to command.

She squirms barely able to catch her breath.

- alive-

He lay his fingertip...
against her lips,

-hush-

He draws her lips to his,
a bare taunting touch a shared inhale -
a passionate laden exhale.

She drowns, so, lost yet profoundly found within
the fathomless depths of alluring beauty, his soul ,
revealed within his expressive eyes,

- exquisite emotion-

she is captivated by him,
His emotions which mirrors her own,
she falls, willingly, wantonly, needfully,...

- lingering-

Her small whimper for more...

02/10/2007

Author's Note: He is a the maestro of my soul,
I'm his beloved symphony of emotion
He leaves me breathless...

Posted on 02/10/2007
Copyright © 2024 Rhonda Maneki

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