Her eyes are deep
like two stars
a cluster of galaxies
on the edge of the universe
reflected in them
In the mirror of her eyes
My poetry speaks
But more than her eyes
She is filled with something
she hasn’t felt in years
A craving burgeoning within
Wanton and willing
A desire to give of herself
Her presence exquisite
Her hair cascades
Over her shoulders and down
dancing over her succulent breasts
Hiding her taut nipples
She closes her eyes
as we are skin to skin
My words drip from my tongue
as a river of delight
spilling over her
Washing away her doubts and fears
Breathing life into her
warming her soul
So she is floating through time
awash with endless passion
Painted white with my desire
Listening to the sound
of her gentle mind talking
