Lesbian Poetry

Angel

maybe it was the way you took my imagination

into places it hadn't been in a while

the softness of your kiss

the gentle way you brushed against me

hungry for more

needing to hear your breath escape at a dangerous pace

reaching to meet you at the edge of your ocean

lingering in your touch

becoming jealous of the sweat

that dances along your body

caught in the glimpse of your eyes

seeing you for the first time again

making me yearn for your every last breath

is it enough

to lose myself in the possibilities of you and me