"Getaway" 


During hard times
What I often miss most 

Is your soft skin

Pressed up against mine

Caressing places I can't in public

Getting lost in your li

Finding my way back again

And again and again...

Scouring mountains
Traipsing through beautiful hills 
And magical valleys 
Setting foot on sandy shores
Treading water 

Teasing, tempting, 

Thoroughly testing,

Diving in with vigor

I'll hold my breath

Until my chest collapses

To explore your wondrous depths

And feel you writhe my hands

As my tongue 

Causes little earthquakes

Showering me in bliss

And buried in your glory

We may rest in peace

Original poetry and photography by 
Wolfgang Von Zennishionn