Hidden

Brought on by a fantasy.

Hidden between pale legs,
freshly bare; the place I long
to meet you halfway beneath
the chiming of our clock towers.
Echoing of bells resonating
with the beat of coronary rhythm�"
my skin barely brushes yours.
My mouth aches, begs to
caress every intricate piece
of your flawless design.
My fingertips tingle�"
anticipation, I want
my touch to linger
in that sweet secret place
between thighs the color of moonlight.