Brisk

Those amber eyes,
Her sweet velvet touch,
Every morsel, skin and bone,
Carved from stone,

Night after night,
I looked up at her porcelain face,
Night after night,
I found myself locked in her embrace,

You touched me in all the right places,
Filled up your senses,
Took me to places,
That I haven’t been before,
Penetrated my heart,
Right through to its very core,

Top-toed and glowing,
With a subtle hint of radiation,
A touch,
The brisk silence of my youthful years,
How it all came and went so soon,
Then disappeared,

By Sarfraz Ahmed © Copyright 2020