he sat
at the end
of the low bed.
head tilted,
gazing up at her
with his mischievous
smoldering eyes;
the weakening
of her
in ways
ever unknown.
draped
in vintage
white silk
her delicate nipples
at its peak.
he graces
her leg
with devotion;
wrapped
around her, his hands
gently
clutching
velvety thighs.
her hands
run
through
the wild of his hair.
incandescent candles
flickering,
sound of soul
penetrating the air.
a glimpse
into
his soul,
a heartbeat
through her
poured
upon his head
as he rest against her.
a lovers
dance
in the moonlight.
together
they hold
the celestial's
captive
and the universe
at their fingertips
resonating with ancient divinity.
February 2, 2015~ July Jennifer ♥
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