The sun shimmers slowly across her gossamer skin,
To gently kiss, then barely leave a whispered blush.
but it stays with a subtle tint of radiant rippling,
That plays a delicate hint, of starlight’s smudge.
She lifts up upon her warm so sensual sighs,
To then descend and gently sway upon the rise.
For in her purest form,I simply cannot bare to hide;
In case I'd face the forces, of Deaths so brutal scythe.
Oh how I sense the longing, of the telling in the strain;
Yet how I ache to hear her song, that rings in fair refrain.
For it rests within the throbbing, of her oh so delicate veins;
To pulse out and to meet me with an ever swirling chain.
She then touches my slowly open heart with dark desire.
That pulls me in with swirling rolls of needy aching fire.
But, in the ever constant, slowly rolling tides of time;
I'm then en-rapt with each thrust and gentle slide;
How I reach towards her radiance,that longs to chime.
But its as our hands embrace, I sense our souls entwine;
And with just one telling look, from her oh so beautiful eyes
I feel hook... I am drawn and then content to pause..
to slowly drown with sleep...
and finally recline...