Light As A Feather
written by: Debbie Aruta
His touch was light as a feather,
his fingers gliding on my skin,
goosebumps rising to meet him,
skin paralyzed in fear of what’s to come.
His hand caressing my lower back,
his fingers tangled in my hair,
my heart now racing,
waiting for him to reach my lips.
Our eyes connected,
a bomb of emotions exploding,
his hand reaches forward,
I struggle to stand frozen.
Our breath colliding,
our bodies locked,
only one step forward,
his lips on mine.
tongues tied in a battle,
power struggle, hands,
legs, arms; grabbing.
Falling over, clothes lined the floor,
laying together, vulnerable, hearts on fire,
steam rising from our bodies in motion,
his heart & mine forever intertwined.
Debbie Ealer is a long time seeker of light and artist of words. She enjoys capturing life in small doses with her camera. When she isn't shooting you will find her writing short stories. She enjoys telling life's story through her lens and pen. She is an all around artist who loves the light and seeks it, loves to write and uses both mediums to share her story.
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