Hair a dark cloud,
each strand silk...
not weaving,
softly stacked upon each other.
Just strands of silk
assembled in waves and wisps,
an airyness to the touch.

Lips like pillows,
pillows for mine
that spark brain waves
of a special kind
of sedation;
One that brings me to a state
of blissful tingle.

A voice;
a tune to my heart's beat
and lyrics that make it flutter.
A voice that paralyzes mine,
for my ears perk up
and my mind lies down
to hear your sweet sound...
forever ready for the next song.

A touch,
a cooled flame
that spreads a simmering warmth
and ignites radiance in my skin.
Ours melt slightly, delicately
together...
with this touch.

Eyes to match his locks.
Dark pools,
opaque mystique.
It's parts nearly indistinguishable.
Calling to curiosity,
baiting my desire.