Tracing my fingertips along the
veins of life, a slow seduction erupting desires that few tales would claim. I can feel her skin, dreaming of fantasy, my touch finding it's way to ecstasy. Tongues serpentine through our sacred eden, temptations untethered in my eyes. Translucent under a silent moon, our shadows entwined under passionate vows. Silk ribbons of ice, halos of raindrops, deconstructed flashes of lightning, synchronized in a ritual of lust. Physical thoughts evoking what our hearts feel, voicing nitrates as they howl from our bodies, vibrant in the language of pleasure. A measurement of gasping breaths released form a communion mist in the ether. Winged emotions carrying heartbeats through our thrusted fog. Along the ground, the shifting earth dances with us, holding us in voyerish jealousy. Pupils in eclipse, dilated to harvest the images of love. Her hair falls along the Moonlit lines of roses, cascading like a waterfall in perpetual autumn. Her body sliding against mine in addiction. Narcotic in sexual desire. Reaching heights of dependency for each other. Burning inside her deepest thoughts and wishes. Together, swaying against the midnight breeze, etching our bodies along the mattress of earth. Arcane speech carried on the vibrations of scented virtues,
words of romance hang fragrant in the air. Gasping throats of sweating moments dampens the seeds that bloom inside us. Open hands finding grips in a hunger appetite, the endless feast of flesh. The daylight of her nocturnal beauty. A journey
of paths towards each other. Tremblings through intercourse in a the dusk of kisses, sated by the hips of her dances of her dawn.
© Ernesto De La Pena III