One hand on her face..
The other on her hip..
Hearing her heart race...
As I touch her lips...
Slowly englufing her in my arms,
Like the Earth holding the moon,
Hanging onto me like a charm,
Midnight turns back to noon,
It's too soon, so we ended time,
Speaking desires only by body language,
Caressing her lips deeply with mine,
Finally freed from mental anguish,
She moans lightly, as I pulled her closer to reveal my long hidden intentions,
Rain falling, thunder rolling, lightening flashing she is lost in my attention,
Under imploding stars shining a thousand years after space bends,
Our lips locked in timeless kisses in an infinite loop which never ends...
By Mikhail Wolf