Our room illuminates light
Patterns from the lampshades
Shadows of stars project on the ceiling
With a backdrop from our window we see the cold dark night
Yet warmth radiates from beneath our covers
Desires lost to my mind, I had forgotten the feeling
The desires that only belongs to you I begin to rediscover
A conversation before bedtime
Of wanting, of love, of passion, are now translated
Through touch as fingertips begin to trace
Sublime
Of skin touching skin
Pupils dilated, entwined bodies lay naked
Heartbeats race
Rhythm to a dance only we two share begins
As shadows of our love projects onto the ceiling
And there we dance amongst the shadowy stars
©Copyright 2014 by June Bolland
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