Waking Her

Dimly lit
bathed in moonlight
your silhouette
entrances and delights

Careful steps
not to awaken
slowly uncovered
my breath is taken

Lightly touch
this tender frame
caressing skin
hot as flame

Slow descent
breathe you in
tasting honey

the day begins

Truly knowing her, tasting her, the thought consumes me. I have known her for a moment and a life time; I can think of little more.