The languid heat
of my lingering kiss
our mingling breaths
became echoes of twilight
as I played with her
dark and light
~
I read her
with my fingers
traced every valley
and every peak
then I plunged deep
into her watery ravine
~
Tickling the tapestry of her mind
I swoop a handful of stars
for there is magic in my touch
Causing her senses to spin
with the gossamer wings of angels
as I brush across her page
like a pinwheel in the sky
Cascading over her sanctuary
of swollen, moist lips
my tongue a floating ribbon of ink
feasting on her succulence
