In the late afternoon
you are awash with colour.
Rose-tea tinted light
splashes through
curtains and stains
you with the setting sun;
a living water colour
laid out before me.
I yearn to trace the
contours of you;
to feel you living
beneath my fingers.
I want to yield to
your gentle hands.
hilarydougill
Beautiful words, well written
brian pendrey
great stuff well written
cheridan
Thanks. I was missing someone when I wrote this :)