Red.

Red light.

In it's warmth, your fingers.

Tracing my face.

From a childhood scar

On the broad forehead, to

Few over-grown eyebrow hair.

Slowly moving to cheeks

Soft fingertips inducing a smile

Flushed cheeks and your endeavor.

From dry lips to muscles of my neck

Bathing in the soft light, you

Move slowly, not swiftly, but softly.

Contouring my neck, moving closer

Under the warming color, intimacy is effortless.

Camouflaging your desire, my need.

As your hand lowers down, you look 

Into my eyes. Smiling eyes

As if seeing something within

Beneath the exterior, and smiling.

Your hand on my breast. Feeling it palpitate.

Eyes still entwined, lips nearing

You raise another hand, cold finger on my lips

I smile, and you let all distance disappear.

Touch me, love

Tonight under this luminous shelter

Touch my skin, my heart

My breasts, my soul

My waist, my fears

My legs, my love

Touch and embrace.

And let it last, for a moment

In memory. And for ever

In this red lit room of warmth and passion.