Grinning in the Dark

Something about your cool hands
placed delicately on the bare skin
of my hip is exhilarating
beyond any form of belief.

Through a veil of darkness
I thread my fingers into your
inexplicably soft locks
of sweet-smelling hair.

Just enough fire to
set my lips aflame
as they melt against
the hollow of your neck.

Muffled whispers set the
mood of our entwined bodies,
a need for closeness
if only just this once.

“It’s been a long time coming,”
he said with a sigh
while I drift and struggle
this is better than a dream.