Late afternoon
a chill in the air
which shimmers with tiny moist prisms
catching the late pale sun…
The window is open
a slight breeze parts the curtains a little
allowing a tiny bit of light to stream into the dimness..
Within
I await you…
in my bed
on soft cotton sheets
leaning against fluffed pillows
covered by a fine woven blanket
which waits to be lifted off
my unclad body
which craves your invasion…
Yes
I await you.
Open my door and step inside…
remove your clothes
join with me in my bed
open me up
bury yourself in me
your lips against mine
your breath my breath
pulse against pulse…
heat matching heat…
Yes…
come to me…
I await you…
Now…

Copyright Catherine Anne Hayes © 2007