In The Doorway
Personally...
In the doorway, your silhouette stands tall,
A vision of desire, my heart enthralled.
My t-shirt drapes over your form so divine,
Each thread a whisper that you are mine.
Your legs, long and lean, tease beneath the hem,
A glimpse of skin, a promise of them.
Your chest, broad and soft, fills out the cloth,
A sight seared in memory, never lost.
Your hair, tousled and wild, frames your face,
A visage of longing, an irresistible embrace.
Your eyes, they glimmer, with lust and with love,
A gaze that sets fire to the heavens above.
The shirt, once mine, now clings to your frame,
A symbol of unity, our love aflame.
It hangs loose, revealing our size disparity,
Yet binds us together, a thrilling clarity.
Your arms extend, beckoning me near,
A call I canât ignore, my intent clear.
Into your embrace, I willingly fall,
Under your touch, I surrender it all.
Your lips find mine, in a kiss so deep,
A vow of passion, a secret to keep.
Our bodies align, a perfect duet,
A dance of longing Iâll never forget.
Moments ago, your desire was clear,
Your hardness pressed close, drawing me near.
Our tongues entwined, a fervent duel,
A prelude to pleasure, achingly cruel.
Your hands roamed freely, igniting my skin,
A journey of fire, a thrill within.
Mine followed suit, exploring you whole,
Touching the depths of your very soul.
Our breaths entwined in the hush of night,
A hymn of love, our guiding light.
Our hearts beat together, a rhythm so sweet,
A symphony of passion, so fleeting, so complete.
And now in the doorway, you stand once more,
In nothing but my shirt, Iâm helpless to ignore.
A sight that consumes me, ignites my core,
A longing for you, endless and pure.