Lust In Love

Wriggled in her arms. Lost in an adventure of romance, moving far afield. Though I have no weakness for writing, my story got underway. Wallowing in the admiralty of her beauty Adorned with beautiful antique ornament Adulterated with the laudable attribute of nature Epitomizing the 6th day work, and the adroit molding of the creator. Ensconced on her chest for an aeon of time. Only my hands left to keep the memory of time. Touching the acme of her chest, Pointing like that of Sheba. Turning it to a piccolo, without an acoustic. Acknowledging the season between her legs, warming the cold in my hands. Letting my hand becoming an ace, and my phalanges adept in describing her. My eyes falling over itself to keep the facsimile of her body, and my skin falling in with my eyes, as two spent swimmers that do cling together. Feeling her permed hair, blowing like a frond tree by the river. Her eyes shining like a cat which has never been afeared Her skin like flowers that never fade in autumn and less of acne in winter. I wish our spirit is adjoined forever Like fifes and drum that make a good sound, Keeping myself in the light of your love praying it never fade. I wish I wake up in my trance Wishing I say all these to your face And see it received.