Her Exquisite Presence

Her eyes are deep

like two stars

a cluster of galaxies

on the edge of the universe

reflected in them

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

My hands dancing

over her succulent breasts

pinching 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

by my desire