The way I know it would be
Is soft like the light
As it slants inside
The window glass
at dawn or dusk
Hush
So quiet
The faintest
Feather touch
Of cheek upon cheek
The most delicate
Of lips brushing
Lips, velvet cream
Of desire
Upon the tips
Of my fingers
As they would caress
Your precious face
Your breathe
Upon me
As our souls mingle
Sweet sensations
Of electricity
That send tingles
Down the path
of my spine
its route, exquisitely divine
Up to the
Roots of my hair,
By now
a stream of flowers
Blooming at your
tender ministrations
Oh, my love
We are the the stars
Of our own
Precious
creation