Her Surrender ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

She stands there quietly
Watching as I walk to her
My hands caress her fingers
Letting my fingertips
Slide softly up her arms
Her eyes never leave mine
As she waits
Wondering what will come next
I let my fingers linger on her arms
Knowing her anticipation is building
Letting my fingers caress her neck
Feeling her heartbeat increasing
Her breathing is faster now
As my fingers caress her cheeks
I can feel her tremble
My finger slowly traces the outline
Of her full lips
And I can feel her desire
I sense her need
I can taste the heat of her breath
As my lips meet hers
And at that sensual moment
I can feel
Her surrender

~The Tennessee Poet~
Β©Walt Page 2019 All Rights Reserved

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