We've met in the white room three times now

in my mind, in my sleep

the floor is white, the walls are white, 

the sheet covering our us was white

there is no sound in the white room

there is no wind, no movement

all is so calm

her hip

her naked hip under the sheet

such a delicate curve to glide down

a slight shudder as my finger runs back up slowly the side of her body

a breath, just a breath

i look into her eyes

her eyes, her eyes, her eyes,

the fire that invites me into a maelstrom of feelings

so much love, so much power, so much warmth

how enthralling, how awsome

just a breath

just a bit louder

so much love between our eyes

still no sound

no movement

the white room 

my cocoon

my heart

my love

my love

my love

love