The wind blows across our skin
bringing goosebumps where
none should have been
a soft caress
a hand brushing here and there
no boundaries set trust explicit
eyes closing in quiet pleasure
my leg draped across yours
feeling of being right so sure
hand grazing your cheek and neck
lips touch your shoulder
a quick peck
breathing slows
nodding off
jumping up refuse to sleep
time together so precious
and sweet
words spoken rarely in sport
but never mild and meek
whats in our hearts
we long to speak
