Sonnetica

A touch
A warm embrace
Your hair in a bunch
The sweet look of your face
A kiss down the neck
My hands become a wreck

Up and down
Your lips meet mine
Your hands are around
me for the very first time
I feel your soul
and I become whole

My hand caresses your breasts
Your hands grasp my hair
as we get ready for the rest
Do we dare?
Yes we do as we fall upon the bed
Your face is now red

Your sounds fill my ecstasy
This night has made us free.