Her skin pink and satin
Trapped nude in a secret vault
I lavish her sweetly
She moans and begins to quiver
Her dazzling sapphire eyes
Swoon over me
I whimper
A virgin begins to charm
Like a candle made of potion
A rare ruby shinning
Dances in the mirror
Subtly hypnotizing
She tastes like sugar and honeycomb
Her taught fingers
Caressing languorously
Sunset like a fire
Engulfs me
The evening torrents
An aphrodisiac
We tremble into oblivion
In exotic bliss
As my charmed jewel
Lies with me
Heather Mirassou's Poetry Soul Closet 