( A continuation of my previously posted The Visitor )
We don’t know when we have fallen in love. We don’t even know who we have fallen in love with. Is it always a person or could be something else, some one else.
Oh look what a beautiful butterfly!
As I move to feel, it extinguishes in a blue mist of sparkles
Flowing through me
Stimulating my every nerves
Heightening my emotions
My eyes sparkling with that touch
Muscles surrendering to ectsasy
And then there it was
That touch – of a smooth pale pink skin
That fragrance of fresh roses
The feel of the hair draping on my chest
Soft fingers embracing my skin
I stand still silent but warm
Undulating in this gel of time
Someone was with me
I couldn’t see but I could feel
All of sudden I hear none
But a faint beating of heart
Coming closer, becoming clearer
Like that ticking of the clock
And I open my eyes….