Poem 6 (Collection 3)

A touch –
quiet and slow;
the warmth that poured out of those fingers
that slided effortlessly around my waist
and pulled me closer to him.
I cushioned my head on his shoulder,
while the fragrance from around his neck
shot up to my head.
I drowned in the tingling feeling
that ran up and down my spine.
It mattered how easily I melted like ice in his embrace,
for it was a fleeting moment in love
and it will be a long night spent away from him –
a long breathless night.

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