Reaching

I reach for you, tantalizing against the summer moon,

You sit there, warm against my embrace, feeling the pull of the ecstatic draw,

The pure and servile notions of a lover’s desire.

I reach for you, desperately seeking the feel,

The sensation of a touch, moment.

A moment.

When I find you I am full, the singular fullness of a lover,

The singular fullness of a need, fulfilled.

I feel you moving beneath my skin.

I reach for you, knowing as you draw to me,

Knowing as you need me back,

Your skin is against me, filling my soul….

I reach for you….