Pressing Promises

I can feel you pressing promises into my skin
Promises that make time stop
And some kind of wonder begin

Of passion
Of Pain
Of Pleasure

Promises of poetry and prose
Where silence speaks volumes
And secrets are told

Your touch is poetic verse
Without the words
That linger with a tingle
When you are gone

They are not promises for forever
They are promises for today
For this moment, for now
Promises that make me question
Why and how

While the world sits waiting for a forever
That never comes
We know there is a beauty to be found
When you revel in the present
Never hesitant of what may come

And when you leave
With desire still pulling me into you
Our fingers and lips struggling to part
There is, it seems
Only one promise to keep
Always return while there is pleasure
To reap