A prisoner in your skin ...

discreetly the night slips between my sheets, in the verses of dawn,

sketching ecstatically the loud kiss that grows in my body,

there where the brilliance becomes eternal

and consciousness of myself in your hands,

I do not know if this is an adventure or a creation of my madness.

 

Naked ...

I pour out shamelessly the pleasures of the sparrow ...

 

Chained orgasms are biting my lips

obscenely extracting the moments of rapture from my ardent skin.

 

The word of love penetrating my imagination cries silently.

 

It takes my breath away.

 

The Gothic letter of passion where ends the dawn in the gardens of my being.

 

Carnal desire turns into vibration of my downy rose

penetrating the nest of a thousand butterflies.

 

Before such lawless greed

our bodies combined

without prejudice, without pause,

until you manage to caress the skin of my soul.

 

... Already the desires recede, weakened.

 

The Utopia that my lips skirted.

 

The waste in my entrails.

 

The galloping passion that engraved my imagination with a thousand colours

shaking my volatile body in the dawn of satisfaction of both.

Already now desires are weakened and more distant ...

 

©Noris Roberts