Momentous

It is a thing of art
To be so entwined,
Drowning intently
In the pools of her eyes,
Deeper than the depths
Of wonder between her thighs;
 
Breath commingled
In erratic reverberation,
Wordless convulsion
Within the arena of Eros,
Beautiful
And all too brief;
 
Her ragged smile lit
By her starry gaze,
Arms uncertain
Of their preferred place,
Silky breasts buoyant,
Their perky promenade,
And perspiration
Glistening
Down her midriff canvas
As scattered crystals
Guiding the way
To the inexplicable unity
Of our momentous
Momentary stay.