Dark Whispers

Your sex precedes your entrance
In your wispy black neglige
Pained by experience
Barely cloaking your argent skin

You are not here to be healed
But to disrobe the hurt
And come alive in your amphitheater of pleasure
As the midnight moon taps into your veins
Seducing you seducing me
Enraptured by sensorium
In a river of tangible heat
Meet my longing at your delta
Touching my edge
To your soft lips
to enter deep
with the radiant bursts of blood and electricity.
The mundane dissipates
While the voice is replaced with the language of the lion
In a storm of a fevered dream
Wrapped in a misty reality
As your rains flow from within
In a cry from nature
Softening my composure
To an elated seizure.

For a faint moment I look into her glowing azure eyes
That looked back into my abyss
And in a blink
The winds changed focus.
Beside my bed lies the black wispy neglige
Naturally limp.
I want to pick it up to smell her again
But it hurts to touch it.