Close Ups

I saw rainbows atop Mons Veneris  
And along the Linea nigra plain    
Where love was proving to be generous    
Around your sweetly redolent domain.    
   
A shaft of sunlight spilled across your hair    
To highlight that old caesarean scar,    
And still closer to my myopic stare    
Each defocused strand...its own spectral bar!    
   
That solar beam played on your tensive skin    
To illuminate my grip on your hips    
Where tremors of passion would soon begin    
To disperse to your toes and fingertips...    
To rapt still more...from the excesses...  
Of my lingual cunning and caresses!