wave of chills down your spine

as i touch your fingertips for the first time.

breathing stops,

it's just a second between

your heart and mine.

i can feel,

the fear is there

but so is lust and freedom of mind again.

we play a game

that should not be

and you try to stop,

but you're stopping you, not me.

danger fills the air

with smells you have missed,

to kiss me,

to taste the softness of love

on your lips..

your senses are wild,

you need to let go,

and forget tomorrow,

tomorrow i do not exist.

isobel