You always stalked,
The fringes of my dreams.
I always pondered,
How you imagined me.
I devoured your words,
A salacious nourishment.
Wondered when I wrote,
Was I feeding you too?
In the dance of our lives,
We nodded across the room.
I was always curious,
The words we might whisper.
We chatted; soul mates not presumed,
Thorny queries, privately unveiled.
The opening stanzas, one light went on,
My interest mirrored in your crush on me.
That revelation made; lips softly grazed,
Hesitantly, not overplaying that hand.
Sharing a thirst that led us forward,
To drink in the glade of sensual delights.
That tarn was echoed in your viscosity,
Likewise when your fingers slipped into me.
Control slide away; our sexes squirmed.
Eyed locked intensely, drowning in them.
The fireworks so colourful, simultaneously,
Hands honeyed, our desire that strong.
This pool is deeper than we had thought,
That first splash addicted me to you.
