Before we ever had the chance to touch
born in my mind's eye
a silky black curtain
enveloping me
swaying gently
to the rythym of us
Your eyes open and meet mine
then close as you lean back
and take that curtain
I see your warm brown skin
wrinkle under my fingertips
as I gently squeeze
You contract around me
I close my eyes
and shiver with pleasure
I open my hands
to hold more of you
you press down onto me
The curtain is back
framing your face
tickling my shoulders
my ears
my chest
my soul
I pull you to me
we are skin to skin
fire to fire
our lips meet
all of me is in you
you surround me
The world falls away
no words are needed
to share this moment
there is only us
nothing exists
beyong the curtain
David Degnan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/curtain-3/
