Awakening

I wake, I stretch, my supple back
arches, curves, delights,
Hair caught in a chic French pleat,
Chaste, until you touch my nape,
Hands flutter in girlish modesty,
Shy, despite myself,

I catch myself, rhythmically slipping
The heels of my shoes, on and off...
My concentration elsewhere
And I blush, because...

The Celtic cross is silver, heavy,
Cool beneath the cloth,
I finger it, remembering...
You catch it in your mouth,
It wakes a sea of shivers
As it travels south,

The cool cotton chills
The scent of you still
On the pillows, the sheets and on me,
Tomorrow, you, forever, beckons...
Lulled by hope , I breathe in dreams
The awakening completes.