Suspended
Suspended,
Enveloped in fabric—a world unto ourselves.
Here lies the making of memory.
Your beautiful invitation, too tantalizing to resist.
All there for me to revere and enjoy.
Each touch, precisely placed to let her know that I hear her and love to listen.
No goal. No desired end.
Only the delicious mixing of time, eros, and fingers.
How lucky am I to conduct such electricity. My gorgeous conduit across from me, signaling softly where I ought to move next.
I will follow and smile. Eager to dote, enthralled to please.
Our moments are ours forever ♥️