Remnants of Rapture

... upping the ante
as I slide her panties
that intervene aside

frozen expletives slip,
as she opens her hips
releasing a creamed replied

the scent fills my lungs,
I entangle my tongue
upon her sizzling skin

ever so slow
within our tinted tableau,
a blaze begins

from laces of a lit wick,
as traces of her lipstick
and fingernails char

a dream caress
from a celestial seamstress
the embroidery of stars

tumble through the entire skylight,
with sapphire highlights
as the sky unzips

pattering on poetic pictures,
a gathering of sultry scriptures
cling to her and my lips

her high heels hover ,
feeling her shake and shudder
while I drill her oil mine

burying her face
in a pillow case
I can still hear her uncoil whines

smearing the walls,
swallowed by the searing jaws
accent of relentless rapture

we fall, failing to resist the finale
a bra and bliss litter the valley
remnants of the undressed actors...