The smell of her skin tears away the atmosphere,
like the sudden presence of the vacuum of space.
The gleam in her eyes destroys the sun,
leaving me in a tunnel vision world of her light.
The smokey resonant tones of her voice
caress me as sure as her hands will later if I give myself over to their rapture,
reminding me of pleasures to come.
A subtle cock of her hips and I am brought to my knees,
helpless as if I am waiting for the cure to this desire.
The curves of her form are a map to treasures found and long buried,
and I am the lone adventurer trusted to locate the fabled X.
Her laughter pieces the world back together again,
reminding me that such perfection could only be found in this, our very real world.
COMMENTS
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everstarven
14:33 Oct 05 2010
Love it! This is well written x