image borrowed from bing
The First Breath
it’s the first breath
when candlelight stirs a dormant hunger
longing to escape the busy day
and whispers fill the air
with night’s approaching din
we unwind a peaceful solitude
the breath passes
through the sky in streams of silk
oranges, reds and purples spread throughout
arousing chills and so much more
you light the fire pit, our lips unite
burning in the bottom of desire
intoxicating is the pleasure of your touch
your breath I feel
beneath the poncho liner camouflaged
with naked skin to rub across
as we embrace the evening’s ambiance
the makeshift hammock that you strung
between the live oak trees
swaying back and forth as we make love
leaves falling on the ground as we succumb
a gasp of breath in twilight’s dawn
assures me that our love endures
laurie kolp
Posted over on her site Birds-Eye Gemini
Listed as #28 over on dVerse Poets--Open Link Night
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