Lonnie Hicks (www.lonniehicks.com / Chicago Ill)

Come closer;

I need to feel
your body
heat.

Your breath,
on my face;

I paint
you inside my eyes
so I can see you
all the time-

look at the
nape
of your neck,
its curvature;

your eyes.

All slopes away
to my waiting soul
which pauses
at odds times
in the day to
look at you.

My finger tip
has a tiny glow
as I trace
across your lips;

as I move close behind you
worshiping in that cathedral body space
between us;
static electricities crackle;
small lighting bolts
spark.

Give me;
your anticipation;
drape me
in your contour
as we
sooth screaming desire
furtively.

Put my hand
beside your face;
my mouth to your mouth

as I feel your body tingling
tremoring,
soft quakings
from kneading touches
which occasion
others:
stellar propulsions
and more lighting strike intensities.

You exhale slowly;
intake again,
swelling;
your breath is a
warm effusion and egress
surging into me
lung ward
between soft lips;

where all settles in
like home;
I feel you quiver
and release.