Winter Solstice

We kissed

One night with desire

I remember reaching you

Fingertips

Touching your cheek

Feeling your hair tingle

The skin

As my lips searched for you

Eyes shut

Not knowing, just hoping

~

I’m told in truth

This is how it begins

Trust your instincts

And she will respond

If she might wish

~

I let my hand play with your hair

Lips searching your passion

A certain freedom came over me

A threshold to behold

Beauty in the quiet shelter

Shoulders pressing one another

My hand nervous and free

Wondering if my pull

Will meet your response

Eyes searching one another

~

I’m told in truth

This is how it begins

Trust your instincts

And she will respond

If she might wish

~

My wait was over

Passion swept across

Our lives teasing, trying

Tossing all caution aside

I felt your touch moving

And in that instance

A childhood became real

Purpose drove my desires

Each moment I drew you near

Grateful to feel you

~

I’m told in truth

This is how it begins

Trust your instincts

And she will respond

If she might wish

~

On that a cool winter’s night

Might your love carry the light

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