We are as a heated sauna...
...Your lips and mine are one
...Drenched in the sensual ambience...
...Hotter than Noon day Sun;
Sweltering dalliance upon the teak bench...
...Your arms they reach for mine
...Grasping mine as if to never let go...
...Pinned down my hands in lost time;
Seconds they pass the minute hand...
...But minutes seem to last an eternity
...Creating a fire of utmost desire...
...'Cross the coals of our meant to be;
Theodora (Theo) Onken
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-making-up-for-lost-time/
