Whispers soft as satin on my cheek

breath like sun’s beams upon my neck

tender touches that glance  off my skin

fervently my innermost desires churn.


Regaling eyes size me up

tender promises caress my ears

electric sparks sizzle the inbetween

eagerly my passions awaken.


Fluttering wings of anticipation

flap unhindered within my breast

waiting in eager expectation

for new love’s first kiss.


By: Beverly Beekmans (2o11)