By Jenna Holland (poetic_angel@gurlmail.com)
Date: 29 November 1999

His Touch

The two sinful bodies
  Lye together in the bed
Under the covers the sins
  Are danced around
     and around.
His finger tips slide
  up and down her back
Her body quivers with each touch.

Her palm rests upon his cheek
  her fingers
     play with the hair
on the back of his neck.
Their foreheads are pressed
   together
With their noses brushing
  ever so slightly
The air between them is shared
    with each breath they take.
Their hearts beat together in unison.
Their legs rub together and are soon 
   entwined.
I fall harder and harder
  Each moment I spend with him.