Trying something a little more prose-like… I wrote the first few verses and then my partner wanted to know what happened next, so I added the rest!

You’ll notice her across a crowded room

Follow her with your gaze, fixate on her and her companion

She’ll turn towards you, looking past you, waving to a friend

Her lips will part, finger coming up to wipe an invisible speck from the corner of her mouth

Her companion will lean in towards her, gently brushing hands with the woman

You will spend the night wondering – are they friends, or lovers?

Your question will eventually be answered when you see the looks they give one another whilst waiting in the queue,

Arm resting comfortably around waist, the woman’s hand in the pocket of her companion’s jeans

They will leave the bar together, fingers laced together, sharing a secret joke

Their bodies will move in unison – familiar with the space the other occupies

In the taxi they will sit, hands still linked, talking lightly about friends and acquaintances

They will arrive at their destination, a place they call home

What you won’t see is the tears that night, as they share their deepest fears with one another

Emotionally unburdening themselves and enveloping each other in arms made of love

They will talk, and kiss, and fuck, bodies in tune and eyes locked

Their final moments of wakefulness will be spent with limbs intertwined, hearts beating together

Then they will sleep, and awaken next to each other to a new day.

Opening like the petals of a burgeoning rose

Your body –

Mine

Captured like a boat lost at sea

Your heart –

Mine

My curiosity piqued, longing unleashed

My everything –

Yours

I could write you a poem,

Word after word,

Spread on the page like your legs when I run my fingers up your inner thigh

Littered with similes like the night sky with stars

I could write you a love song,

Note after note,

Soaring high like my heart when you look at me and see my truth

Pitch rising and falling like your chest when your breath becomes shallow

I could paint you a picture,

Stroke after stroke

On the page, like the waves of my pleasure when you make me come

My brush caressing the canvas like my fingers on the back of your neck

But neither a poem, nor a song, nor a picture would do justice to how I feel…

So instead I will show you,

With my eyes, my arms, my fingers and my tongue

My lips, my heart and every fibre of my being

Until you know what it feels like

To be in love with you

You tease,

Sitting away from me,

Near, but yet so far

Feeling shunned,

Unsure and surprised

But still longing for you

Looks,

Stolen moments,

Glancing from afar

I can feel you,

But can’t touch your warm skin

And it drives me wiiiild

Words, carefully crafted, designed to please

Ebbing and flowing like a warm summer’s breeze

The gaze of your eyes and mine, held slightly too long

The toss of your hair as you hear our song

And look at me again, lips slightly apart

As I feel a quickening in my breath and in my heart

Your touch on my arm feels electric again – impulses sent from my nerves to my brain

You turn me on with such ease,

Words ebbing and flowing like a warm summer’s breeze

A fever, a flush, a warmth in the air

This feeling you give me, amazing and rare

As you describe, in detail, what you’ll do to me

When we finally allow our passion to be

I feel your breasts brush my shoulder as you lean over me

And whisper in my ear ‘wait and see’

You run your tongue across your teeth and bite down on your lip

I’m wet and I’m hungry for you, ready to tip

Over the edge as you continue the tease

Words ebbing and flowing like that warm summer’s breeze

You take my hand and lead me out of the room

I want you and it can’t happen too soon

Soft lips kiss down my neck to my chest

I close my eyes and can’t help imagine the rest…

Your fingers caress and tickle and tease, Words ebbing and flowing like that warm summer’s breeze

You touch me everywhere and yet seem to miss

The place I’ve been longing for you to kiss

My desire is obvious – clear and keen,

But you pretend it cannot be seen

Finally, your lips meet with mine

We kiss and it is oh so fine…

As your fingers fill me, gentle and slow

I try to wait but can’t help letting go

Your breath on my neck, your lips on my shoulder

My need for you growing bolder and bolder

This is how you perform your tease,

Words ebbing and flowing in the warm summer’s breeze

I kiss you on the lips, lightly at first, the caress of a butterfly’s wings

Then harder, hungrily, my desire burning like the trapped lava of an unspent volcano, ready to erupt

I take your nipple into my mouth, my tongue flicking back and forth, biting gently like a playful kitten

Your pleasure is my sole focus, driven by the thought of bringing you to climax like the peak of an orchestral overture

My head moves between your legs, seeking out your wetness, as desperate as someone lost in the desert,

Only this is no mirage. And you rise to meet me, like a deep water swell in a vast tumultuous ocean

Fingers plunge inside, your body melting into me and over me like coconut ice cream dripping down your chin

My tender touch gives way to something animal, your guttural moans begging me onwards

Finally I find it, your sweet spot, your rawness, my fingers moving rhythmically inside you, like a concerto: one, two, three

Until you gush and gush and your release covers me, from tingling fingertips to aching wrist

You lay, spent, breath slowing gradually like a spinning top coming to a stop

And then we kiss again, your body swaying with mine like trees in a gentle breeze

How can you feel as comfortable as my favourite sweater, as familiar as coming home,

And yet as thrilling as a roller coaster, nervous and new like the first day of school?

How can we connect on a deep emotional level, kindred spirits in the dance of life,

And yet maintain such a raw sexual energy, lightening bolts and electricity each time we touch?

How do you know me better than I know myself, see into my soul,

And yet it has only been a matter of weeks since we began?

This type of intimacy must be rare, neither of us have been here before…

Arriving together to this wonderful place.

Exceptions and exemptions and comfort zones be damned…

You look into my eyes, as you hold my hand.

Arm aching

juices flowing

bodies spent

Hearts open

wet kisses

eyes staring

My Jess

Your Amy

I love you

This feeling, unknown for so long – lightening connection,

intense conversation,

bodies that move together like the finest piece of choreography

Instinctive and guttural –

The comfort and familiarity of coming home,

Newness and spine-tingling excitement, like electrical charges across my whole body and through my brain

Feeling you open yourself up to me – physically and metaphorically, the walls around your heart falling down one by one to reveal your innermost thoughts and feelings,

Honest and raw,

Hidden from even yourself until now

A delightful, unexpected surprise

A delicious distraction

A connection transformative and bold

Writing poetry across my body with your tongue,

Aroused by your words, wet and ready before your sweet lips have even touched mine,

A kindred spirit, rising up to meet me

Your name… written across my diary, my body and my heart, penned in childlike scrawl

Words etched deep into my skin, affections tumbling from my lips like uncoordinated gymnasts

Sonnets from deep within my soul, needing you to hear my song, tentative and unsure

A breath of fresh air, emerging from a stuffy room after years contained, now free, to breathe.