In front of her eyes,
just out of reach,
that soft sigh,
gentle and sweet,
the linger of light,
dancing in the shade,
the mirage in plain sight,
His hand rough and soft,
resting on her skin,
her heart filled,
with bittersweet sin,
there are words unspoken,
cobwebs in her mind,
dusty rays of sunshine,
Her heart whispers,
when will you be mine?
He echos back,
My dear,
its only a matter of time.