Alabaster white skin pinkening
Jade eyes moistening as my ministrations continue
Electricity crackling between us
The last two on this earth
Two who are and always will be
One
Ruby red cupid’s bow parts
No sound escapes
Just a breath taken
For we do not need words
We feel We touch We play We tease
Each other
Until the dawn breaks
Sunrise dappling across our bodies
Erotically tattooing us

When will you & I be together
When will we feel hot breath once more
When will we feel the hot ****** touches again
When will we dance our torrid tango as one
When that time comes will the void be filled
Or will it be as it was all those years ago
When you left me bereft & heartbroken
The record needle stuck at the end of the dance tune
Stuck in the groove for eternity
The memories linger as we limp on
Backs bowed  carrying the weight of what we had
Wishing for the lightness of what we lost
Gone Gone Gone- but always there
Broken hearts beating still keeping a turgid rhythm
Remembering the beat of the tune we once sang together
Lost now forever- gone on the ether lost in the memories
Of how we blew our only chance at total love & happiness

Dazzling Jade Eyes  sparkling
A smile parting that Cupid’s Bow
An incandescent hello
Flame Red Curls wrapped around my hand As my lips part yours
Electric current passes through our bodies
A crackling connection between us
Body & Soul entwined in an embrace that means so much
After years of wilderness & wallflowering we finally bloom & blossom
Whole at last we breathe as one

Every Second seems like a day
Every hour like a week
As I pine for the jade sparkle in your eyes
Time moves like a treacled tortoise
As I wait & wait & wait
For the moment we touch we kiss we hold
Our breath & then
Exhale

Crimson Droplets splashing on the Carrara marble floor
Contrasting with alabaster skin- slick with sweat
A moan escapes shattering the silence
The echo bouncing off the tiled walls
Slipping, sliding under the water
So weak so tired
The music fades
Submerged at last
Peace

Crashing whitecaps peaking
A sound tsunami
Shingles glistening
Groynes mossy
Seaweed pungent in the salt filled air
The rhythms old as time
Remind us of our insignificant mortality
A marine metronome soundtracking our existence