Lesbian Sex

the enchanting vision of two naked women  
mesmerizes me, their glowing bodies remaining  
baby powder dry, utterly free of the glisten of sweat,  
as they engage in their tender choreography.    
   
they touch & smile & kiss, these ombres of    
ethereal elegance, and cavort playfully, until it  
ascends to an angrier state, whereby they begin  
gnawing at each other's tenderest flesh, like  
pre-civil creatures absent of propriety.  
   
voyeur of lascivious angels on satin,  
I fall into the pit of their spectacle, journeying  
toward emblazoned nirvana by the urging of  
my melting eyes & my extemporaneous hand.  
   
at a perhaps scripted moment, they achieve their  
resonating zenith, as portrayed in the beautiful pain  
on their faces. and they carry me with them, as  
the three of us  
~ the three of us ~  
are blessed in unison...  
   
and at the subsiding, they embrace and kiss as if  
they were the only lovers in the world: real or fake,  
it's real to me because I desire it to be, they having  
found the bliss which I name love, that I have treasured,  
and hunted.  
   
euphoric, I linger in that vicarious glow, as my angels  
dissolve into a white shade.