Erotic Poetry to Michael

As morning breaks
I lie naked and alone,
longing for your touch.
Imagination alone feeds my desire.

Soon we will have our moment.
Lying together in a rumpled bed,
bodies touching head-to-toe.
Sharing warmth, gentleness, passion;
playfully pushing the limits of reality.

Nibbling at your earlobe
I’ll feel the passion rise.
Heart swelling with emotion
to the point of pleasure--pain
Something I have wanted for such
a long time.

To caress your body with kisses,
to hold you deep inside,
to make love to you as if
the world will never end.

©Patricia Shriver 1986