-Soft invasion-
Thin wisps of gossamer hair
threaded through the night
Awake within a dream
this trembling soper of delight.
Dark threads slip between my fingers
and all i can feel are your lips
the warm crush of your breath
my heart racing
as if awoken from some sullen death.
You rise in tides
seething upon this shore
a yielding ground, drawn into the depths
a beckoning to get wet,
to soak myself within your warm surrounds.
The tremulous terror of love
kindles within my loins
a soft invasion, we two,
enjoined.
© Richard Michael Parker 2013
Photograph: Artist Unknown
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