An Amorous Poem
Her skin is glowing like the moon.
I want to caress it ever so gently, brushing fingers like paintbrushes from wrist too arm to chest, ‘til her breath softly shudders.
I want to kiss the softest petals that are her lips, taste the honey-sweet of her neck, of the place between her breasts.
I want to wrap my fingers through the strands of her hair & pull her closer, closer, always closer.
I want to entwine with her, hands exploring each others bodies, finding moanns & kisses & the sweetest cream,
until for a moment we forget that we are separate.

















