When the moon winks behind the bare branches of winter, reaching for snowflakes with its tongue,
Shadows smile in dark shatters, quietly invading the fluttering of dream;
A stain of crushed rose petals....a sigh, pure as baby skin…innocent as ivory, encircles,
And I feel his breeze, undress me as clouds reveal a waning moon, the red mantra of January, opens this rose to shadow,
My heart, an empty bell, hushes the pause that keeps my pulse caged to his eyes...





Dreams still heavy, flow upon ebon, a whisper-kiss breathing desire;
In the hush of shadows he stirs, ******* destiny, where the shine parts my lips, finger-touching the moon within my soul;
Seducing my skin with his whispered sigh, reaching out, caressing phantom songs, dancing skycircles, shaking midnight from my hair;
Eyes that sparkle-ache wildness in me, while I lay naked in his arms, wrapped around the warmth of kiss,
My crushed lips gasping softly...




  
Gentle breezes buffet bare flesh, wandering the lines of a smile, breathing silver-whispered pleas,
"Show me heaven tonight"
Bleeding my silk into a  whisper of rapture, stilled in hues of emerald hush;
As fingertips reach, tenderly into the palette of my soul, beyond the shadowed eclipse, where essence lingers in the perfume of delicate winds,
Swaying me gentle, slender into the deep of ache, trickling from that sacred place; quickening the shiver-burn.
The fire of his lips on mine, pink with full moon dilation...





Fingers like clouds, shroud my milky spires, wind-swept aches pound my soul, tantric rhythms, fly to destiny;
As breath is caught in arcs of awakening, where I fold, surrendered beneath inferno;
Errant whispers tattoo my heartbeat, under his skin;
And whimpers pare curves as yearning quakes the ground beneath us, and we dance a language; arabesque on tongues,
His lips trace my *******, my thighs teased, open, waiting for the touch of his kiss on swollen desire,
Where his mouth dances warm, moist...and my legs stretch; yielding...consumed, on fire, under fire....





I have crossed into him, merging the hot-melt of seam, woven on the threshold of silence,
Love transcending  flesh as it falls; tumbling , fluttering, beating the air to shift my sighs,
I whisper soft, twining his moan, tasting infinite sweetness, in his spill;
Lost in him, where I will always be.. never questioning why or how,
Just relishing the beauty, delighting in the mystery of US........