Union
by slyc_willie
First touch
First taste
Ghostly, you came to me
And I to you
Words, intentions
Flowing, needing
As strangers we met
Just words
The dancing of fingers
Conveying desire and want
Need and hope
Searching
Serendipity
Coincidence
Fate
This was not chance
We were meant
We were Intended
At last we came
Together
Joining
No longer searching
Finding
Our union was real
First touch
First taste
Sighing
Moaning
Gasping
Beginning . . . .