Fragrance of the World - m4w - 28
your soft skin
your lips delicately
brushing my canvas
your nose touching my nose
the smell of your hair
the taste of your neck.
Kissing the fleshy parts of your fingers
dancing my hands in a slow waltz
across your breasts and down
to where your body curves
like a wine glass.
Seeing you with more than my eyes
touching you with more than my body.
Cheeks like flowers,
shortness of breath,
the world discarded.
Of all the waves in the ocean,
I recognize only your wave
as hand in hand our bodies collide
like two champagne flutes
in a toast to sparkling rapture.
And afterwards I'll hold you
like a rare musical instrument,
listening to only the sound of you
as you inhale and exhale
the fragrance of the world