The Sweetest Thing

With the face of a lover who acknowledges all the signs
and the lips like sugar nectar so divine to taste
eyes pulled down from the constellations seem to grasp my true intent
voice corrals sensuality indicting wanton pleasure
I want to make a dyad so real burning brightly whether dark or night
presenting the softest of fabric for intimate trysts
calming melodies of natures' purest sounds
the sense of touch expanded in slow massage

And one rose to culminate it all....