His eyes touch me
– -green-brown forest magic
sparks a yearning deep inside
why hide from this
wild tribal vibe
assaulting my senses- -electric
pulses collide- -exploding neurons
burst- -blossoming sweet violets

I settle in- -snuggly
– -a safe settling into the warmth
between dark satin sheets of lashes
wondering how long
this slow devouring
will last- -hoping forever
needing eternity

Anticipating the inevitable
meandering exploration
lures me to the edge
of certain love drug madness
slowly- -gently- -slowly
he begins cutting new trails
– -to my heart
mapping- -untangling
my vinyard refuge

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.