Temple

Ancients speak of colours that the eyes can only dream of when closed..... Fires dancing in spheres of cold air through grape vines of imaginary stories that have been told, winter souls fill the air to embrace natures grasp upon this world as the only thought of your lips cause my body to lift up into the clouds wind in a swirl, each breath taken of sweet delight of the essence of your purity that washes my heart like a fountain, touched for the use of only ritualistic means streams of each drop enough to create lifes crop too abundance, as our bodies motion....in my arms you I caress, two eyes meet in intimate passionate states gambling this lifes greatness through the higher stakes driven by imperfections that make everything so perfect to the touch, each kiss, each stroke, each whisper.....the earth trembles its floors and the trees quiver thus only the nature and us know what's to come of this moment...two unspoken beings yet so much things have already been told by the rhythm in our dance of animalistic wonders, our bodies now set free from this so called earth bound state......a state of ecstasy where nothing need mean sense but felt only to embrace the pure fire that burns within us each..........dazed by this goddess I see before me undertaken by the spell you put upon my un-accepted invitation, taken deeper and deeper into oblivions vortex. with each step.....a greater risk of being lost for eternity in the temple of this hidden haven....her unaware of what her body speaks, her waist becomes my altar........her neck my garden of sweet smells, her lips the water that quenches my every craving.... your hair blowing through the wind of my fingers touch.....to not outrage myself with this moment would be a sin that could only be evened out by death.....breath by breath...... Touch by touch each chapter of this story unfolds itself into another.....her back arched, my body in control of itself as she moans, her nails sink into my back.each pattern made a pattern tracked, her breasts lightly brush my cheek....the fruit they bare now become my treat.....stage set her body my canvas to create a piece of art that can only by one be appreciate ........unrehearsed indescribable communications.......her eyes and body in pounce ready to prowl her pray,here her command is not one to be questioned for she now holds the keys that drives this gushing river to its slow stream with her angelic innocence....Silence has no room in this devour of the immortals......two hearts and bodies indulging and over dosing on something that has no name or description and yet its simplicity....the hardest for any to obtain