Tracing Her Curves

Even though

we act as one

I shall never fail

to adorn her lips

with the tenderest kisses

as the morning

brings us again

face-to-face

with a playful grin

For I undress her

with my thoughts

tracing every curve

of her body

luxuriating in

her abundance

then kissing

every inch of her skin

At one with her soul

without touching her

I was inside her

opening her soul and

plunging my whole

being into her

To breathe in

her sacred scent

Then thoughts became

hands and lips

sweat and moans

breaths and flesh

As if nothing else existed

Only desire

the longing to have each other

to breathe in those

burning thoughts

to consume that desire

that kept them awake at night