I Think Of You

I think of you, a smile touches my lips. Warmth rushes across me bringing a blush to my face.

Time spent together alone in the woods. Memories most special of that time and place.

Expectation. Anticipation. My pulse quickens musing of our next meeting.

Picturing your face, your smile, your lips, your touch, your voice at our next greeting.

Fingers entwining, soft warm kisses. Attraction most rare. Delight not hidden.

Many facets of this path following where it leads. Opening a new door as destiny’s bidden.