Eyes closed Roses poor onto a candlelit bed silk linins drape my body soft...warm lips press lightly against my flesh A shallow breath against my neck bare fingers dance along my tummy my body aches for more warm lips meeting with my own an embrace, an eturnity unmatched He, like the moon, mysterious Yet...so known Roses cascade around us I lose my silken fortress candlelight show only his eyes which speak loudly, yet not a word spoken Soft moans turn to subdued screams I call his name, we quiver He calls mine in return, I am, at his mercy. �Cassandra Cates, 2004. |