The personal space of Laurie « Poetry space of Laurie « Just a Little Naughty «
Approaching Through the Mist of Dreams
My skin contracts tight and cool
Gooseflesh appears
Soft whispers on my neck entreat a response
I begin to warm
The river of my blood heats from within
Hands move smoothly along the silk of my thighs
My pulse rapidly runs a race it cannot win
Breathless birds beat their wings
Against the confines of my ribcage
A vortex of need circles to pool
Hotly at the core of my gender
Focused solely on tactile sensation
Sparks of fiery pleasure course along synapses
Without warning I fly beyond this world…
Exploding in white hot shards
I reach, suspended at the apex of passion.
I touch the very gates of heaven
