Silken Cheeks

Silken cheeks, beneath my fingers....
A mildness, (glimpsing) that softly lingers.

Urban chic.
A natural stream, a rolling creek.

A golden reflection.
A sun bathed complexion.

Lips, that long for the press....
Of hands, like stones....that acquiesce.

Of hands, like rocks, gentle though,
That the breadth of her, might they go.

And persists still, a days full turn,
That might only, the gloom adjourn.

Those Nights taken, with gazing wonder....
Hearts of lust, & clouds with thunder.

Of star filled dreams, that light a hope....
And a well rounded moon, that helps to cope.

In the depths of eyes, I'll see again....
Goodnight, inamorata, until then.