Meeting at the Door


The door opens

A gentle breeze moves in

Carrying with it

A lovely face.


A few words exchange air

And arms follow

Soft and warm

Bodies meet head to toe.


The sense of touch

Is overwrought

Arms tighten

The intimacy is incredible.


Bodies swing gently

Soft and hard grind together

In unison

In love.


Eyes look up

Lips meet

All senses explode

Time and space become history!



Abhay B. Joshi