Soft lights and lingering smoke.
Her nakedness is bewitching.
Her pure form the only thing I want
to see.
Eyes, soft with warmth and love, gaze
into mine.
I see in them the stars. I see in
them her blues.
I see in them her truest self.
Those lips, my forbidden fruit.
Her elegant neck carries the scent
which causes me to become aroused.
She has the small feminine shoulders
of Ms. Monroe
Elegant arms marked by a butterfly on
the right
her heart on the left.
A heart, the edges of which I have
traced with my fingertips
whose pulse I have felt beneath my
lips,
whose invisible scars I have had
against my tongue.
Her breasts are perfect complimentary
opposites.
The softness of flesh like springtime
life.
Nipples, perfect dusky jewels. Hard
when embraced by my lips.
Her stomach smooth but goose pimpled
when my fingers brush.
Swollen with child in my dreams.
Hips, bone and skin, with the curve
of wondrous femininity.
The magnificent pear-plum.
The skin of which is covered in soft
dark hairs.
Its succulence and sweet juices,
quench my thirst, but leave me
desiring more.
Thighs, supple, perfectly formed,
grow taut when gripped by my hands.
Her small, girlish knees, that I
tickle with the hairs of my beard.
Calves that fit perfectly from palm
the fingertips when I take hold
in order to elevate leg and kiss each
perfect toe.
This gorgeous body is in my bed.
Mine to pleasure and possess until
sunrise.
From outside the gypsy moon tries
to peek through drawn blinds at our
sensual acts of love.
Taking place on upon white sheets
with pink and rust colored blossoms
from when we consummated out love in
a time of blood.
Between broken bits of conversation
and declarations of love eternal and
in the moment,
our hands and mouths seek each other.
Displays of passion. Eroticism.
Bringing each other to orgasm more
times
than either of us or the moon thought
possible.
Her eyes and mine, lost in satiated
lover's gaze
grow soft with sleep.
But neither of us wants to drift,
so we can exist in this moment
forever,
so we can drown together in this
magic.
