Topography

And I want you,
spellbound and unwrapped,
your skin
glimmering in candlelight,
simmering
beneath the stroke
of my fingertips,
against the heated caress
of my semi-parted lips.

Your hair
pooling on the pillows case,
tangled up inside my fingers
as our bodies
are knotted together,
sculpted as one,
with your hot breath
gliding over my ear
and those eyes,
sultry honey shades
of heaven light
swallowing me whole.

My body
bends into your touch,
falls
deeper into your kiss,
and the night
seems endless
as our hearts call out to each other,
as our mouths
whisper each others names,
make promises
of love and devotion
between
ecstatic screams.

You are so beautiful,
every inch,
each smooth plain and
rising curve,
and I long to become lost
in the map of your form,
to memorize
the terrain of your perfection,
to know you
by touch, by taste,
by heart.