Utopia

I’m lying next to you

Feigning sleep

I feel your fingertips

On the small of my back

Feather-like strokes

Sending chills

Up my spine

I’m holding my breath

Waiting

To exhale

I am slowly

Being swept up

In this web of ecstasy

You are spinning for me

Your hand on my back

The other tangled in my hair

You’re breathing heavily

Heat

Emanating from your body

Its 4:00 in the morning

And I

Am in no way sleeping

I’m barely moving

Intoxication

And anticipation

Are taking over

I let out

An involuntary

Grrrooooaaaannnn

You answer in return

By pulling me close

I just can’t get enough

The feel of you

Pushing me over the edge

Time & time again

We imbibe

The sweet nectar

Of each other

The nibbling

Of lips

The feel of

Fingertips

I run my hands

Over your back and chest

They slip to your waistline

Our hips begin to wind

The warmth of your breath

On my neck

While you place your hands

On my breasts

Im gently scratching

Your back

Lips on

Nipples

As finger tips

Travel

Over my

Body

To the center of

My being

Teasing me

Frequently

Promising me

Silently

Unparalleled

Ecstasy

~Rhythm, 2000