Black Framed Beauty

 
You lay there teasingly
upside down,
the wrong way round.

The light from my laptop
trailing and reflecting off of you,
highlights your peaks,
sends your valleys into deep shadow,
and turns your every familiar curve
into undiscovered territory,
alien and mysterious.

Your arms are open wide
as if both missing my touch
and inviting it for the first time.

I exhale shakily,
then trace my fingers
along your gracefully curving limbs,
carefully, gently
exploring your frame.

I gather you into my hands,
lift you from your perch,
and my mouth waters
as I resist the urge to rush into this,
to run my tongue along you
and take quick and selfish
gratification in the act.

Instead, I bring you close and,
so softly I barely feel it,
kiss up the length of you,
shuddering with pleasure
until my breath
fogs you over.

No matter the depths
or darkness
my passion drives me to,
I will always come back to you;
my most fervent desire,
my black framed beauty,
my personal delight.