And she drinks him in
like red wine to ruby lips
rolling across the tongue
bringing taste buds to life

his lips so soft
she would crawl inside
and sleep there for a thousand years

and eyes she could find religion in
if she could only hold his gaze

wandering...
slowly through the forests of his mind
and crawling gently down the valleys of his spine

His breath like thunder
Touch, electric
pulsing shivers upon her skin
gently roaming across shoulders
neck
breast
thigh

closing her eyelids
only to bring him into her
subconscious
her being
her body

they reside there
two becoming one
shaking and trembling

perpetual motion
constant as the heart
beat beat beats
until they have nothing left
but breath
rapid

mélange of merging flesh
and dancing eyes
that sparkle through moonlights window

01/15/2003

Posted on 01/15/2003
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