So intoxicating they are.

The slight tilt at the ends

Bequeathed by a Chinese ancestor

Shapes them so beautiful, but

The Iris enthralls me more.

Golden…

Emptied are my pockets of icy mineral,

Light is my body as I’m gently laid to rest.

I’m thawed by the warmth of your eyes,

A brush of our lips as we murmur.

My heart so joyful, its rhythm strong

As the air I breathe in tinted with

Gold…

Fingertips drift over skin,

Delicate caresses drawing out

Sighs and shivers before the

Tips of our tongues tease and torment.

Time storms outside the room,

We’re lost in each other.

My pulse flutters as I tilt my head,

Passion builds when you lick my neck

And travel down so slowly,

My gasps a well known tune.

A smooth slide up, my hands tied

Above my head, a fantasy begins

In its first act.

I ache…