I sit on the bed,
And watch her eyes,
Watch me.
Ready to move at the slightest sign,
Of how I feel.
I move,
She hesitates.
I pin her,
Her eyes sparkle,
Like a topaz,
Stained by the earth,
To a hazel brown.
She kisses me.
And pulls away.
But I'm wanting her more.
So I kiss her back.
For what feels like eternity.
And I feel her body quake,
In tremors of a ignited passion.
It won't be long.
Before I can release the flame.
And let the fire overwhelm us.
Stuart Logan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tremors-2/
