I lay in the
Afterglow
Gloriously
Intoxicated in the little
Miracles

You touched
I didn't flinch
Your voice came and
Blessed my soul

My hazel eyes
Quickly beamed
Like emerald
Beacons
Lighting up
My heart
Setting it ablaze

Oh Yes!
Old Warrior
I longed for
The simpler pleasures
That your
Hands did offer

I won't forget the
Way your fingers felt
Touching my skin
Like warm water

That first flutter
Felt
As your arm wrapped
Around my waist

The shadows of two
Being one
As the sunset cast us over.

"Trim the wick" You said

After your finger
Passed through
Its tongue of orange
Dipped in the
Jasmine scent as your
Callused fingers pinched the
Dancing flame

I felt.  I felt!
I was the most
Beautiful woman in the world
Before you

Some men
Leave
Marks on the heart

Some leave marks
On the body

But YOU
Left
Your mark upon
My soul