What would i do?
When the moment is right the wind
will whisper to you
Calling the time between you and me
Collapsing the moment with pharamones
Aching to have one another
Looking into your eyes i know
the secret of making you mine
Its not how i do it or when
Its about the moment
still of frozen clock arms
They stopped for you and me.
Slowly they stoped, as i slide my hands from your cheeks
to your neck, exposing the myth of the shivers you get when i
press my lips on your jawline
Moistening your skin
like the stars do the sky.
And like doves my fingertips explore your chest
and i am thirsty for your lips
So the sun shines the light on them
I press on them and slowly open your mouth
The door that gives my name freedom
Just enough to slide in,
Just enough to trace the tip of your tongue with mine
Making poetry in motion of silver tongues.
The wind calls to you
And you open yourself to me
My hand on the back of your thigh pulling your leg up
Inviting myself to the rose that waits for me.
My hands they do the walking, gliding down your stomach soft
Beautiful and warm to the center of this motion.
My fingertips find the pink silk and they love it
As you bite your lip the moan touches me and i know you
Pulling me closer to you
like the fog to the mirror
you need me inside and out
To see yourself in the reflection of my eyes.
Your arms pulling me in, your legs around my hips.
I make you mine like only i know,
I make this something of the 18th century shakesphere
and you translate it back making love.
We close the chapters on our eyes and the punctuation is your
whispered i love you.
That ends the night.
That starts my day.