That Fever Pitch Moment

Time ebbs and flows in the palm of your hands
So soft they are, tender and supple
Your touch sending ripples through me
And I gasp in wonder as stars burst forth

Your touch feels like magic
Desires awaken deep within me
Desires once thought non-existent
Reaching crescendos once thought impossible

Through space and time our passion flows
The light bursting through at every turn
We’ll keep going until we reach fever pitch
Time means nothing when we’re entwined