Seven days before I see you again.
Fingers were softly caressing pale and warm skin.
Heart, it skipped a beat but I feel no pain.
Days turn to nights, clouds filled with rain.
Sunrise, sunsets, feels the heat the body sweats.
Your kisses cover my body like a summer's breeze.
Your eyes tell the story, no surprises.
Feel the passion as the heat rises.
Hands trace the soft curves.
Your beauty etched in my mind.
Moist kisses not too much.
Scents of lotion fill the air.
I'm caught in a sea of emotion.
Candlelight's, flames cast shadows on the walls.
We were making memories.
The time passes we will get through the week.
Seven days till we find what we seek.
Richard Orszulak