Written
Feels familiar
Lines of silver
Streaking
from on high.
great, the divide
a lover's sigh.
Linen wrappings
lace used for Christmas
trappings
tender touches
chilly ripples, barely
noticeable across
skin covered in icing.
Oral transactions
debits and credits
O' the anticipated additions
Thoughts glued
on how life
teeters on
volcanic rims,
black rain rising
Lips accessorized
for midnight diving
Conversation
skinny dips,
clothed in
what if's
you blouse
gently shifts
so that the friction
found in fabric
heightens senses
restricting inhibition
We drift towards
erotic implications
the way astronauts
float amongst satellites.
Thoughts of acme missions
Spiraling.
Zig-zagging how
arcs of lightning
illuminate the inner walls of a tempest.
I've found the eye of her storm
a place of paradox that
flirts on the outskirts
of paradise and thin lines
where virginity beckons
to be taken into
areas of no return
At our feet
lies a welcome mat
spelling heaven's introduction
Sounds of seduction
silently taunting.
desire drawn across
your frame the way a feather
solicits laughter.
Your body, 8 × 11 stationary
lie still, and be written...
Copyright © Ts Lewis | Year Posted 2015
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