SoulReserve

touch

your caress
ponderous
and tender

heavy
and light

like molten
silk

draped
sensually
on my skin

your touch
casual
yet wilful

like the scent
of frangipani

it is meant
to pull
and gently overwhelm

I am aflutter
on tenterhooks
ignited by your mood
swaying to your tune
holding back
giving in

holding back
giving in

quietly expectant.

© SoulReserve 2019

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