Enigma

Tears fall but do not stain, I call out but hear no refrain.
A voice in the dark leads the way, somehow making life within.
Slow and gentle strokes down my thighs, eager lips part for that kiss.

Show willing to take part, lead me by the hand to the place where we met, shy smiles, passionate kisses, hands that travel and glide over skin of glass, delicate, sturdy, sure of me, find the spark, fan the passion and see the flames rise off my fingertips.

A touch, a kiss, and a slow glide to my centre. I arch to scream, you take the sound away.
Sweat dampened, aching needing more, replete and tired, you enclose my heart until we felt safe.