Nocturnal Nectar
Opening the door of my room, rushing towards
me the scent of luring perfume, lowering my
eyes lazy and tickles my lungs, adding pep to
my step,heart beats run fast, at the sight of
cheetah prints on bra peaking from beneath the
cover of my lover, Stepping gingerly towards
her, as to not disturb the ground,she lays on
bed, as angel on powdery clouds of clay, waiting
to take shape of foreplay, the waving
twinkle in her eye greets me, meets me half
way, though she hadn't made a move. ~ NOCTURNAL NECTAR
Cascading ringlets of hair, draping the arm she
uses to prompt her sunshine above, I stand
rapt in awe, my jaw nearly touching the floor,
she slightly lifts a blanket of stars, inviting me
to her vast universe of beauty, I count each
breath and petal of her rose, I guide each
kiss down her river as she shivers and tickle
her with tongue and nose, until she curls her
toes, until the hair on the back of her neck
stands and her eye lashes flutter like butterfly ~ NOCTURNAL NECTAR
At last reaching for the stars I finally arrive,
entering the milky way, tossed by raging yet
calm seas, that never cease to release a whiff
of lavender breeze, born the sound of slowly
jingling keys with every rub of our body and
knees, we beget sweat, we beget wet my
boldness caught in her fishing net, twirling
swirling in a moment of infinite enchantment,
in waters of oshun drifting like flaming log
along her lagoon, taking the breaths that
she first gave, carefully handling her ticking
bomb, tick tock tick tock she is soon to explode,
as I goad, inspire higher ,inspire and goad her,
to bear the load, along the road, hearts skipping
like toads, united we shatter our load like clouds ~ NOCTURNAL NECTAR
Copyright © Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet | Year Posted 2012
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