I am
Moon-drift, wreathed among shadowed shrouds,
Lain in grasses woven with scented perennials,
Scattered
To the winds of rapture,
My sigh
Drifting in ephemeral mists, lost in the midnight silk....
I am
The hush of an everlasting kiss
Remembering;
Skin vulnerable to breeze cradling a fragile heart,
Wrapped
Melting into emerald realms....
I am
Flesh-touch, scorched in the blaze of wildness,
Trembling;
In the breath and lathe upon waiting skin,
Surrendered;
Burnt in the shimmer-gleam of crimson stain....
I am
Unabashed sensual delight,
Primal;
Shimmering in the haze of heat,
Enraptured
In the drown of his tether....
I am
The taste of your flesh on lips
Untamed;
Fevered, in veins that are lost,
Embraced,
As the moon dreams high in darkened silk....
I am
Each suckle of skin burgeoned and pliant,
Whimpering;
Curved, etched wanton,
Drifting
Salacious in sweet release....
I am
Your heart
Curled under my breast,
Immortalized
Adorned in glistening mists of tender-soft
The lover that never leaves.......
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 6:36 AM UTC
I am
Moon-drift, wreathed among shadowed shrouds,
Lain in grasses woven with scented perennials,
Scattered
To the winds of rapture,
My sigh
Drifting in ephemeral mists, lost in the midnight silk....
I am
The hush of an everlasting kiss
Remembering;
Skin vulnerable to breeze cradling a fragile heart,
Wrapped
Melting into emerald realms....
I am
Flesh-touch, scorched in the blaze of wildness,
Trembling;
In the breath and lathe upon waiting skin,
Surrendered;
Burnt in the shimmer-gleam of crimson stain....
I am
Unabashed sensual delight,
Primal;
Shimmering in the haze of heat,
Enraptured
In the drown of his tether....
I am
The taste of your flesh on lips
Untamed;
Fevered, in veins that are lost,
Embraced,
As the moon dreams high in darkened silk....
I am
Each suckle of skin burgeoned and pliant,
Whimpering;
Curved, etched wanton,
Drifting
Salacious in sweet release....
I am
Your heart
Curled under my breast,
Immortalized
Adorned in glistening mists of tender-soft
The lover that never leaves.......
Find me, passion in the blackest of light...where I am enveloped in exhales and whispered secrets.....where I feel the deepest parts of YOU, and I awaken the songs you sing softly in my heart...where...with my hand threaded in strands of hair and your fingers searching my pulse we find....more than imagined....so much more...... when we tangled into.....US........ J
