Quiet Time

Find me among the calling of the clouds  
Away from earth cocooned in the zillionth mile  
Inhaled desires
The seductress Moth has touched the helm of that beautiful fire  
 
Scorching my existence in moments of forgotten time  
Only Heaven will hear our outcries as Gabriel’s Horn beautifully chimes  
Hearts aligned without making sounds  
You whisper so tenderly to the muse of my celestial emotions  
Each breath stroke of your pen I feel the caress across the vast oceans  
 
Close your eyes my love  
Come unto me and take me to a land before was  
Touch me in the realm of the hereafter, as you kneel between my Creole thighs  
Within your wishes spread me gently to the wonders of your eyes  
 
My silkiness you wantonly tease, ordain my temple my King as you please  
And partake in the sweeten honey of this Queen B  
Take my soul where the warm winds softly blows  
A treasured place, only between our stalwart souls will ever come to know  
 
You have the elixir of my beautiful soul spinning, our bodies fusing, blending  
Labored breaths merging  
Holding onto each other, cresting, caving, purging  
Surrendering your flows, tapping into the gushing of my butter rum streams  
Sinking deeper into the essence of my cream  
  
In the height of pleasure you covet my breaths, wallowing in my abyss  
You have sunken into the core of my Chi sacredness  
Making me softly melt from the internal bliss  
Heated, sedated  
We asunder, your words awaited  
 
Dedicated to a special poet who gives my mind quiet time