Fireside Moments
(A MODERN form for Courtly Love)
Moonlit shadows
and fireside flickers
dance erotic sambas
across his face --
to feel as close as that shadow
to lay against him
as the firelight,
to dance just so...
The taste of him --
salty sweet --
a rapture incomparable
and warm,
burning,
branding my lips with his scent.
Softly sighing,
dying inside
for just one taste of his
honeyed kiss --
the sweet, satisfying nectar
of his mouth.
A symphony of sensation
pours through me
free range desire
as he opens his eyes
and smoothes jasmine dew
from my hair.
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