In my deepest dreams I looked into your eyes. You held me close. Consumed my body for pleasure. You moved me.
Inspired me to winged words, nectar memories. Poet once, and now again. You moved me.
I have seen you in pure white
Sheets warm blanketed in
****** cashmere. Scented, you in me. Especially before dawn, when sin and sun kiss each cloud with guile. I was moved to feel that jolt of naive excitement.
Moved to flutter under you, into you, moaning you. Desire on my tongue, in my soul. My mind on nothing but your graceful strength that moved me.