soft
like the love made to ivory keys by pale fingers
and the whispering caresses of a dying sun
trailing secrets locked in moonlit gazes
as I drown in the lake of your twilight blazes, my narcissus
how could the treacherous pink of those rosebud lips not
entice me to leap into your smouldering abyss
of wild thoughts leaping between the lily pads of our minds and
the nectar swirling fantasies behind your eyes
a crazed voice in the wilderness of questions
beckoning
only to me
your hands all over me
tender tongues and hair sparked with the electricity
found in this alcove of treasures
we uncover at night and let shimmer under the stars of our enchantment
mesmeric you are
and I waste away in the magic of your reflection.