In Silence
You come to me in darkness.
The moon outlines you.
My eyes follow the contours
of your shoulders,
your arms, your hips,
your thighs and
lastly your legs.
I reach out to you.
I draw you near,
enfolding you in my arms,
drinking your warmth into me.
The moment goes on
and on into the night.
No words are spoken here.
Your hands find places to go.
Your lips follow.
My body needs you now,
as yours needs me.
In darkness,
your lips find mine.
Passion erupts in the silence.
Feelings are intense.
This passion thing is new to me.
Warmth permeates my soul.
Do bodies really feel this?