My Map To the Heavens
Slow, sweet liquor. This is what you are when you move next to me in the middle of the night.
Soft, dazzling starlight on a summer night in the desert.
Passionate, wicked smile.
Melt. Into. Me.
Take me apart with your skillful hands and put me back together again my scientist.
Test your hypothesis, examine, postulate…Taste the experiment. Peel off layers, slowly, till there is just enough left, to let your imagination go wild.
In silence, I can hear the pulse, your footsteps, your heartbeat…
The music that your soul makes is sultry, like the jungle in the middle of the night,
Mysterious, adventurous, full of fireflies and tigers!
This song is like a symphony of cicadas and crickets that I hear when I lean my head against my window pane in spring and listen.
Your lure. Allure. Is subtle, sublime…A storefront window and I have money in the bank.
Your skin, all the little scars and marks, a constellation – it is my map…
…To the heavens…
I have found my way home, in tiny steps, interwoven with yours, playfully chasing a dream…together.
Like children, with the whole day to play.
Our breaths lock together, like the ebb and flow, like the ocean tides rising up and down pounding on the shore,
You sink into me like a wave, full of force and fury….
I am your desert beach, your island, yours to wander, to know, to wrap yourself in the warm bounty of,
To taste and savor.
And at times, to reckon with… The tempest within.
A torrential downpour of kisses is forecast for now though…
A long misty, sexy afternoon of daydreams.
Fantasies. Longings…Cravings…
Sink your teeth into my white flesh. Gently… I can smell your scent, on the breeze.
It is my honey. Sugar. Powder. Dust. Delight. Full. You.
Stars that fall gently on my skin and stick there for a night of dancing...
I want you to have them…
- Celeste
Copyright © Celeste Lear | Year Posted 2017
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