I’m Yours

Gray- -blustery weather
- -infringement on my flesh.

Warm in your eyes,
yes- -your eyes turn me
inside out- -aching for more
than a smile gives in a coffee shop.
I’m yours anywhere- -licking
whipped cream
from a five o’clock mustache- -
snacking lips play games. 
Touch me- -tangle up my heart,
warm desire- -quickly
tuck me into you- -need
needs taming.

My hand in yours- -
one snow crystal in a blizzard.
I’m all yours- -
melt me.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

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This Tenderness

 

Magic dancers- -
candle flames sputter,
rising higher- -higher,
spellbound by the fire
your lips find mine
in the glowing.
Knowing the strength
of love’s weakness- -
and destiny a twilight river
- -we flow gently
in a sinuous trance.
Their vermeil veil
wraps us,
rapture- -bliss- -
our tenderness
quilts winter’s chill
in the muted light
of magic dancers.
Night goes whispering.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.