Her eyes are deep

like two stars

a cluster of galaxies

on the edge of the universe

reflected in them

In the mirror of her eyes

My poetry speaks

But more than her eyes

She is filled with something

she hasn’t felt in years

A craving burgeoning within

Wanton and willing

A desire to give of herself

Her presence exquisite

Her hair cascades

Over her shoulders and down

dancing over her succulent breasts

Hiding her taut nipples

She closes her eyes

as we are skin to skin

My words drip from my tongue

as a river of delight

spilling over her

Washing away her doubts and fears

Breathing life into her

warming her soul

So she is floating through time

awash with endless passion

Painted white with my desire

Listening to the sound

of her gentle mind talking