Your eyes hold mine
Tender, but powerful
Drowning me in your gaze.
“One more minute and then
I’ll go.”
The words slip off your tongue
Easily, smoothly
Caressing my ears with their gentle sound.
Your hands reach for mine
Cold and hot binded together
As one warm flame
Of love.
A moment goes by
You are still here,
Unable to let go
I hold you tighter and
You say
“Another minute”
Leaning my head on your shoulder
I breathe in your scent,
Savoring it,
“I’ll see you tomorrow”
The words escape my lips
Without thought
Your lips press against mine
Deliciously sweet
Sending sparks through me.
Then you leave
Making tomorrow seem

(c) 1998-2003 Rachel Rossos.