My clear-skinned Cleopatra—
you orchestrate pyramid schemes
just to steal my heart,
and I fall
willingly
into your empire of allure.
–––
The notes of your lips
compose a song
I note in silence—
the melody of your mouth
lingering like red wine:
mature,
slow,
intoxicating.
–––
Each word you speak
cups my hunger
like a ritual.
I sip from your wisdom
like a man who’s parched,
yet drinks
only in restraint.
–––
Your many faces of pleasure
rise and fall
like waves—
I pause, mid-smile,
just to witness
the swell of yours.
–––
Your touch brushes
the most sensitive parts of me,
as your silk-cloaked body
glides—liquid, slow—
guided
by the current
of your soul.
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And here I am—
washed for words,
mouth half-open,
trying not to drown
in everything
you make me feel.
