To Be Touched Poem by Piccola Topo Gigio

You, propose a walk by the river,
enjoy the lingering warm weather,
Lights, glistening in the distance,
little stars on the wet surface.

Two arms closing around my waist,
I am trying to suppress the haste,
Exhaling, inhaling, a deep breathe of air,
you remark the rosemary scent in my hair.

Lips, carefully approach my skin,
a place, no one had lately been,
The expectation, the exploration,
pleasing, relieving gratification.