i feel you like a whisper on my skin when you are not there,
your name echoes in my bones andyour scent lingers in air.
i feel the footprints of your shadow tiptoeing down ny skin,
the remnants of your embrace like a breeze flowing in...
your hands hath burnt maps upon my flesh
brought me but millimeters from death.
ur voice coaxes the air from my body,
before your scent and warmth engulfs me.
your lips drink away my anxieties,
as your silk unravels me,
left bare and out of hiding, raw and honest before you,
its a thing of beauty to be loved and held in which you do.