Let Us Paint Stars In the Heavens-So

Let Us Paint Stars in the Heavens But first, you must come and carry me in your arms. For human utterances, nothing to me, do they convey, Simpy, the raw, bare, nakedness of us, sets me aflame! Reflecting our stunning sexuality in that flowered pool, next to Mount Olympus. Where Pan, happily, his flute doth gayly, play. In our Grecian land, where we have so many times have lain. On God's verdant carpet of grass, Grecian gardenia mixed with your manly scent. May my last breath be only a swooming sea! That is the very human scent of only desirable you and the ever most wanton me. How shy was I, that very first time, swept away by the site of your haunting rippling flesh! Embarrassed, oh yes, I wanted to look away! But swooned at your virile manhood, nonetheless. Captured was I, a total, forever, a prisoner of you! Nothing innocent about us shall ever be written. And yes, I wish it just to be exactly so! For we are blessed to be passions' slaves in full glory. We paint the stars in heaven without shame and no faux romantic story! A tale of us, most rare and divine, unspeakably delirious. Where I can always feel your eternal hands, traversing my naked spine. I, your slave, till that final cloud takes me forever home. To exist in the heavens, in our Orpheus star, never more lost, eternally.... Within you, my eternal, celestial home, no more to roam. July 29, 2020 Entered in Silent One's Sensuality Contest