Your silky smooth skin,
Can I touch it, can I feel the warmth from within.
Let my fingertips trace every curve of your being,
I can see you whole, without really seeing.
Let me smell your sweet sweet aroma,
Taste your taste, rise my senses from its coma.
Let these needy butterflies fly,
I can see your pure soul by gazing straight into your eye.
My heart picks up pace, in this competition of love race,
Beauty from within, written all over your stunning face.
Emotions abound soon placed on trial,
Caught in the wonder, of this earthly denial.
But nothing can stop true love and it’s ever winding course,
Stay on this track to find out the truth and its source.
© C Webber 2017