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Satin

nuances of this waking
dream transpire slowly on
subtle winds, conversation
coming easy like the sound
of your sighs

mixed with drops of silence
splashing in the shadows,
spied are the perfect folds of
your midnight, limned

as the pages of your book unfurl,
leaves like skin, page upon page,
inked with desire

I plunge in flipping with practiced
fingers as your origami folds of
pleasure open, and each word is
transformed into a caress

ethereal candescence from the
light as the candle wax drips into
puddles

my breath chasing the curve of your
hips, my kiss a soft whisper while
naked feet reach and curl, the caveat
of need melts exquisitely

echoes of sighs and moans, senses
surrender to the craving, hands settle
on your warm, soft belly, my velvet
brush swirling on your canvas

enticing shudders and quickened
breaths, water colours surging and
trembling, stroking the perfect
masterpiece to completion

breaths mixed with warm skin rise
and fall like swells on the ocean,
fragrance of your midnight lotus flower,
stamen sticky and teased, it�s fragrant
folds satisfied