Perhaps it’s all you need

Perhaps it’s all you need

It is warm,

The touch.

Stimulating and familiar,

A caress

With one finger tip,

Tracing the contours.

Skin tight

Finely covered

Golden down,

Barely visible,

Standing to attention.

Every inch

So well remembered.

Each line

Telling its own story.

The tiny mole

On her right eye lid.

There and then

Gone,

In the blink of an eye.

Blue-green and yellow,

Limpid swirls,

Coalescing,

Molten by moonlight,

Feline and mysterious,

Sad and glorious,

Deeper than

I have ever fallen.

They capture my soul

And falling

Is an endless pastime.

Moved by her presence,

A restless heart

At peace,

Thankful to be found.

No strings and yet,

Securely attached,

A perfect fit,

Held together,

My love

And hers.

Timeless.