Wings Don’t Need Reasons to Fly

He touched me with trembling hands
Reverence and awe
As if I were the one to be cherished
And I
Laying prone
My alabaster thighs inviting his warm dark skin
Almost as much as my greedy emerald eyes
Lost myself in his magnificence
As his iron thickness
Entered my velvety slickness
And my soul flew from my breasts into the midnight air