When The Gentle Hum Of Wanting
And Watercolors Call
Emotional intensity
A low, vibrating tremble
Beckoning to the heart of me
Fragments embed, like pebbles
Dotting the places it imprints
Radiate, excites and trembles
With the hint of breath, the skin reacts
An internal pounding cymbal
A wanting stirs somewhere beneath
The lightest of veiled surface
Inviting touch to rise, hearts race
A trace
Neath tingling fingertips
Twitching, longing, yearning
A Connection of caress
Revealing hues of color, seen
As the breeze tugs at the air
Gently pulling across my skin
Sparkling, glistening, hovering
Subtle sighs, of invitation
Riding freely, coattails of love
Hunger pangs of anticipation
To the ever yearning heart
Warning bells to all the senses
A gentle dance of living art
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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