Soft brunette love slides like angel feathers across my face while,
            Motes of sunlight ripple across the cinema of my eyes.
Face buried, pressed against her neck ,I hold on for all I am,
            Letting go would be sacrilege.
The curve of her back calls to me,
            Driven by need my hands move free of will to caress and pull her closer.
The swell of her breast pressing against my chest making my body twitch with want,
            Burning flesh hidden in layers of reality.
A Goddess’s breath against my ear like a whisper,
            Warm and moist sighs I take as either contentment or longing,
I welcome the smell of her into me,  
           Earth and lavender, coriander and honey.
Never let go...
           Never let go.