her skin,
flecked with imperfections
of jagged silver
and curves
embedded with diamonds
that reflected
every dimension
of her glowing candor
it drew him
enthralled him
his opulent body
would burn
at the thought
of having hers
pressed
against it
but under his touch
her luminous body
would crumble
her suffusive aura
would turn
to wisp
her pearly ashes
would swirl
in the realm
of the numen
forevermore
so he withdrew his touch
he moved further away
his ebbing heat
never touched
the satin lace
that tied
a dainty bow
over her ****** heart

every day
he would yearn
each night
he would quieten

*there,

now you've heard
the story
of how the sun
loved the moon so much
that he died every night
to let her breathe.