Wednesday, 18 March 2009


A fingertip tracing the line of my jaw

A soft kiss where my neck meets my shoulder

The weight of a hand firmly placed on my back

An exploratory touch that grows bolder

Lips brushing over the pulse in my throat

Exhaled words fan the spark to a smoulder

Letting go, a surrender, joyously lost

A renaissance as we both grow older


Heff said...

You had me until the "grow older" line.

How about "as he once told her" ?

Freddy said...

dammit that's good!

as is the photo :-)

Luka said...

Heff - no, I specifically wanted the contrast of new and old in this little ditty. I am quite content with my growing older :)

Freddy - thank you very much x

Curvaceous Dee said...

That was lovely, Luka - I really like the words, and the sentiment expressed.

xx Dee

Luka said...

Dee - I thought it might appeal to your sensuous nature. x

Jackie Adshead said...

That...... was lovely! A delight!!

Luka said...

Jackie - thank you, I am pleased that you enjoyed it!