Smooth skin,
soft,
warm invitation.
Your eyes
speak languages
your lips never could.
The movement
of you and I,
a composition
of nature;
a dance,
graceful flight,
moving upon the ocean.
Your breathing,
just like mine,
quickens in the moment.
Our souls escaping,
however briefly.
Head swimming,
the look upon your face
flushed and sensual.
The end of one intimacy,
the beginning of another.
Now,
we speak the words
that complete the magic.
The lover’s analog
for “Amen”.
HG – 2021
