The stars are pretty,
But you are stunning.

Light the candles,
Night is coming.
It drips and coils around the earth,
While hills of pearls form under our shirts.

White canvas scratched
By black beads,
Red lips dripping
Ecstasy.

Torn pages below
As chests quiver,
And eyes glow.

Tremors and trembles echo above
As you sink deep and deeper into my cove.