Tue, 12/27/2016 - 01:59 -- jxxh

Bright light, lovely pale flesh,

reflecting blue as the moonlight catches movement,

as fingertips dance across flesh,

hot and humid breath catching at the back of your throat,

as love intertwines like fingertips underneath crisp white sheets,

emotions flying high like comets soaring in the night,

your body writhes,

aching to become mine,

darkening skies cannot capture you, 

the night,

Pulling close,

the form of our being pulled across the sheets like the universe unfolding,

you are perfect,

sparkling light of moondust,

the sounds you make, 

take my breath away,

our midnight dance continuous to those who wish to see,

outside of reality,

you and me,

are contemporary artwork,

made out of the stars. 


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