The languid heat

of my lingering kiss

our mingling breaths

became echoes of twilight

as I played with her

dark and light

~

I read her

with my fingers

traced every valley

and every peak

then I plunged deep

into her watery ravine

~

Tickling the tapestry of her mind

I swoop a handful of stars

for there is magic in my touch

Causing her senses to spin

with the gossamer wings of angels

as I brush across her page

like a pinwheel in the sky

Cascading over her sanctuary

of swollen, moist lips

my tongue a floating ribbon of ink

feasting on her succulence