A shudder slipped down
The bare back, warm breath
Caressed her ear, the secret
Passion and longing rose to her
Throat, but she swallowed in fear.
Each time the excitement builds
In her veins, but still she refuses
To accept this blossoming love,
Maintains it is all an act,
Her eyes tell a different story
As they follow his every move.
If this is an act then what is love?
She doesn’t know, but he feels it when
He whispers to her, their two hearts
Pounding in abandon in tandem.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s