For the very first time,

Your hand touches mine.

Gently.

A whisper,

A hope

Of what could be.

Fingers intertwined,

Your warmth fueling

My beating heart.

Your arms,

Folding me softly,

Softly,

Into their waiting grasp.

Not just an embrace,

But a word of deeper emotion.

Your breath on my neck,

My nerves alive with

Energy.

See me.

Know me.

Hold me.

This moment will pass,

And sleep will come.

But my heart remains on my doorstep,

With you,

As my dreams will likely show.