'Caressing Mine' Poem by Lisa Visor

Until this moment
my imagination had been enough
Now my head rests
against your breast
the soft beat of your heart
caress my ear
as my fingers
linger in your wetness
passion fills me
and I yearn to taste you
my tongue stroking your softness
strumming against the hardness of your clit
you take my breath away
and we sit on the edge of our existence
unspoken words simmering on our tongues
we struggle to hold on
and who am I to say just what love is
In the dimness of the night
you can see
the shadows of your body
caressing mine
and until this moment
my imagination had been enough