I want your body
pressed against my heart.
I want your hands spreading my
thoughts,
lingering over the curves of my
passion,
gripping my
hopes,
stroking my
opinions,
and cupping my
desire.

I want your soul
breathing heavily against my collarbones.
I want your thoughts
nibbling my ears,
your passion
pressed against my lips,
your hopes
naked on my skin,
your opinions
hard under my hands
and your desires…
I want your desires
letting out the soft moans
against my soul. © V. Morich

***from the "In Love Period"