there is a wine-red droplet of brazen colour
at the corner of your lips
and I lick it away until I feel a sweet breath
sweep across my cheek like fleeting summer heat.
my heart slows to match the unhurried throb
of your tongue in my mouth.
a tracing hand along a naked hip resurrects within me
a white sun and a golden moon,
your mouth travels the contours of curves
and, marvelling at your touch, I burn.
unspoken verses come to mind
to describe the taste of you—it cuts through
the fabric of my indifference
with a murmured line of passion against bareness,'I want to dream inside your skin'
and silence seems the best answer,
even as the handheld heart slips with a low moan.
there are flashes of bright Van Goghs
smudged in messy beauty upon a canvas,
locked behind my eyes as I tremble
against twilight kisses and midnight touches.
undiscovered colours swirl madly around us
until release seems a sharp, painful edge
just beneath our grasp.
eyes darken as heat centres itself
between flushed bodies and tensioned thighs,
desperation seeping into hands and mouths
until there is only transcendence
as bliss numbs
I wish, too, that I could dream inside your skin
and when you open your eyes,
you take me in as if for the first time,
I remember the feeling of joy taking flight,
and these wings
they will not break.
Edited the little monster, definitely not satisfied with it. Suggestions would be appreciated. ^^