A slow burn, soft embers;The beginnings of this flameSo softly fanned by both.Carefully, and so tenderly.Your fingertips leave traces,Pathways invoking such heat.But we know better than to rushThis palpable warmth between us.Just how can we know the pace to set?Or...

The Sweetest Things

"The sweetest things in life are free; the sweetest things were made for you and me."

The sun creeping lazily through the window blinds, Warming our bare skin, giving us a soft hello. My arm draped possessively over you, so close.My heart beating against your back, as your does against my hand. Whispered "Good mornings" and lazy smiles. Tender kisses before...