No. 366


Cupid’s arrow has landed, bullseye. 

Listening to your heartbeat,

Our rhythms become synchronous.

Breathing in the lace in my boudoir,

The cherry and vanilla stained on my lips.


I have never had that moment before now. 

Silent background music to a kiss so grand

Yet so utterly simplistic and gentile.

My chest rises and falls like waves

Drenched under starry skies.


Subtle glances and smoking mirrors

Are the muse to this moment.

Aphrodite could influence no more than the

Fire you bring with your fingertips


Painting my body with a new shade of red

My system warms at your touch, 

I quiver at the sound of your breath

Enticing and yet so decadent 

Your lips beg for release.


Water trickles, a sweet river 

Of rose and salted bliss. 

The sun reflects a striking gold into the room

My Adonis, marbled in the bask of light.

An ancient beauty, timeless to the ages.


Embezzled shadows appear,

A candlelight inspiration.

Warm breath and silky skin

Intertwine in an opposition of favor,

A power struggle of pleasure.


Phantom feelings still haunt my mind.

Cold and monumental 

Their hinderance becomes them

For a moment, only a moment.

Once is never enough.


For some time now I have admired

The curve of your pectoral 

The freckles that make a map

For my lips to trace. 


Dogwoods and rosebuds slumber amongst

The spoons of night, whistling and whispering

With each flowing breeze.

The mountains in the distance sway

To the heartbeat of this moment.


Shooting stars and Van Gogh

Could not obsess more over this.

For who could ever love a woman more

Than a man with curly hair

And one question on his mind.

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