Virgin Touch

Early in the morning,
and wearing only your shirt…
The sun is somewhere hiding,
and the ground clouds are here to burst.
Why everyone else is sleeping, but us?
Outside, rain drops…
a dribbling drizzle…
light, slant slight…

Cold, very cold…
and frozen to the core…
Numb from the exertion is every bone…
Shivering, clattering…
but then you pull me close…
Hold and enclose in your warmth…
Rub and rub till I’m calm.
But my hands and feet are still ice cold!
Outside, rain drops…
a dribbling drizzle…
light, slant slight…

Wrapped up in blanket,
Wrapped in your form’s sheath…
Slowly, slowly… cold looses its soul,
Slowly, slowly… breath, normal once more…
No sound, but our breathing…
No move, but rhythmical beating…
I stir… ‘You are warm,
and it feels good in your arms…’

Wrapped up in blanket…
Wrapped in your form’s sheath…
Murmuring… nothings…
We listen to the raindrops falling…
Your voice in my ears, a frail rasp.
Molded we lounge, as if for many years…
Feeling so soft, so small,
so cozy, so calm…
Outside, rain drops...
a dribbling drizzle…
light, slant slight…

An elemental dance,
No movement… but a slow trance.
murmur… want to kiss me…
murmur… hmmm didn’t get ya…
murmur… like to kiss me…
murmur… I would love to…
Silence…
nervous, tense, heart a flutter…
look back, and eyes meet…
Shy… I look down…
murmur… I don’t know how…
silence…
nothing you utter…
your dense gaze caress me whole…
tentative… delicate…unsure… pure,
like the feather of a white dove…
our lips touch…