Token of Love

The breath of your voice

lingers on my skin.

A warm teasing that taunts my mind.

Thoughts overwhelm . . .

My breath

caught between here and there.

Tugging, pulling, pushing

the urge greater

a lover’s pull . . .

To me, to you

a magical warp

of pleasure and longing

twisting the gut of desire

until . . .

The token of love

runs forth and head first

to the being

of being

with you . . .