Each gentle touch awakens

a tingling shiver that

rises to its calling.

Echoes follow the pulsating

journey this tendril makes

upon soft bare skin.

Though time is suspended,

and attention throbs indulgent,

each moment is all

involved in itself and

nothing else matters, not

even the baby crying.


© 2017 L. Tafa


Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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