These Moments

Courtesy: Pixabay
Courtesy: Pixabay
Running
 in snow to my knees,
 I fell for you,
 cushioned in white.
 You leaning close
 for a kiss,
 a moment in bliss.
 

 Kissing
 in a fire shadow’s quiver,
 I fell for you,
 wrapped in fervor.
 Your hand reaching
 to touch,
 I need it so much.
 

 Touching
 in a bed’s sea of sheets,
 I fell for you,
 adrift in passion.
 All your love
 filling me,
 setting me free.
 

 ©December 2020
 Christina Anne Hawthorne

About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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