He floats in and out
Like wings, like dreams
Brushing past my skin in tender touches
And quiet whispers
Swirling in speculation like a leaf caught in a whirlpool
Or a bird circling the clouds
The Caress ~ Jea Dovoe
With presence both tangible and elusive,
He is wrapped tightly in an illusion I cannot reach
In an existence I cannot share
Yet still I cling to the notion that one day he will return
To brush past my skin in tender touches
And quiet whispers.
©2011 Enchanted Zaftig
Filed under Poetry and Prose
Damp ground, leaves, gentle lapping of the water
A chill in the air awakens her, causing her to shiver
She pulls the blanket tighter around her naked skin
And nestles ever closer against her lover’s chin
He seems so peaceful laying there, his breath slow and deep
His eyelids fluttering slightly with a dream-enriched sleep
Perhaps he’s reminiscing about their lust-filled afternoon
Envisioning continuation long after the rising moon
She’d been on fire beneath his touch on that cool shore of the lake
Basking in sensations he’d offered her to partake
He’d lifted her to heights she’d never dreamed existed
Leaving her wondering how she could ever have resisted
His touch, his kiss, his attentive admiration
The words he’d whispered to her with such utter adoration
Languidly, she wraps her leg around his lower waist
And presses lips against his chest, relishing the taste
He rouses from his sleep beneath her gentle caress
Moves a hand to trace a line along the curve of her breast
Sensually, he whispers serenades of continuing desire
And with a touch manages to lift her arousal even higher
Until they are once more enveloped in a loving give-and-take
Rolling together beneath the blanket on that cool shore of the lake
©2011 Enchanted Zaftig
Filed under Poetry and Prose, Sensual Servings
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