Silken Cascade

Spiritus Mundi

Skin of ivory

smooth and bright

radiating warmth

like morning light

Lips bitten the tint

of a blood moon

Howling incantations

then whispering gentle tunes

Hair the colour

of a phasing eclipse

falling gently

in a silken cascade

Eyes of deep

soulful swirling oceans

reflecting secrets

yet to be made

I yearn to explore

her every curve and every line

Then to bind with rope

making marks so sublime

To trace the contours

not just of your mind

To taste your intellect

so rich and fine

and fondle your subconscious

now intertwined

Your neck

a swan's gentle slope

beckons my lips

to softly evoke

and graze with my bite w

Your shoulders

strong and yet divine

Inviting my touch

at your tender shrine

My hands

an artistry of expression

weaving stories of passion

Telling tales of my obsession

and writing on her form