Shadow and Light Setting summer sun
Cast shadow and light
Over curves so soft;
A thought of delight. Beckoning, yearning,
Warm skin calls;
Fingers tingle and itch. Hesitant reaching,
Unsure of this course,
As your eyes are closed before me. A pulse in your throat,
Lips parted with no care;
I die inside with want. To be near you is desire,
To touch you sweet death,
To hear my name from your lips,
And I am nothing left. (c) TZ | 
