Nightshift

In the kitchen
Making Coffee
a little chilly
i’m cold natured…

his hand
the small of my back
so warm
on my cool skin

just in passing
a light touch
brushing my person
igniting my soul…

a silent explosion
in my chest
takes my breath
radiates to all of me

so much feeling
so light
so strong
so hard

so his.

Tags: Poems