Tiptoeing Towards Touching

A short poem about the first time I made love with the beautiful woman I am with.

Tiptoeing towards touching

Our bodies danced an elegant ballet

The war drum  of our hearts increasingly beating

Retreating when meeting with just the slightest touch

The friction of our fidgeting, builds to a frenzy

Spawning static in our fingertips, on our lips

Budding bulbs of bright light ignite with just one kiss

The more we touch the darkness ebbs

The light flows, illumination grows until it wraps us inside

A cocoon of each other, with no need for covers

Undressed, my flesh against your bare breasts

Your soft caress, hands pressed to my chest

As you lower yourself onto me

I can feel your electricity

The circuit is complete