Weakening Power

Next to him, My Beloved
My senses are heightened
The lights dart by my window as
He stares into the night.
A beautiful profile, a slight
Smile at the corner of his mouth.
My cold fingers entwined with his
As the rain makes me shiver.
Nothing but the sound of wind outside
I lean in and kiss his cheek.
My head finds rest in his shoulder
I love the smell of his shirt and
The quiet I-love-you’s said through word and touch.
Softer whispers now and
He and the rain have my attention.
A full moon shining and revealing
The cold silhouettes
Of hills wrapped in fog.
This sense of completion and passion
Drives within us and between us.
Sweet kisses stolen between turns.
Nearer now to the destination
Our hearts race together
Unifying our minds, pulling us ever closer.
My touch weakens him
As do I beneath his gaze.
Stopping in darkness with
Breathtaking beauty both inside and out of our surroundings.
The moon still bright in my window
Is a witness to passion and promise.
The wind against the metal and glass
Breaks our silent conversation.
I tell him I love him
And he shows me his heart.
My hands behind him
His kisses invasive and warm
His eyes grasp deep in my soul
And my ecstasy rises within.
We love and embrace such, this weakening power..

Nicely done, Holly, warm and tender.

Les