Getting lost
in your soft,
brown eyes,
makes navigation
of my senses,
difficult.
My heart,
panic-stricken,
thumps hard
against my breast.
One step back-
one arms-length,
I try to find
a compass,
to point the way.
My eyes close,
to gain a new path,
upon re-opening.
Searching
the contours, of
your face,
I find the answer.
Upon full,
sensuous lips,
that waits
for my kisses.
a silent sentence
lays between us,
as a snare.
I stumbled
into new territory.
Caught
by your love,
I am yours,
forever.
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Anne - I am glad you like it! Thanks.
Wrick- I appreciate you coming by with a comment. I'm glad to have made you grin!")
Cindy- Yes, as writers, our 'navigational 'skills are important indeed. Thanks so much, for visiting my work!