Eyes close with the touch of our lips,
Lights dim as the music begins,
The evening sets in with warming color,
And my fingertips stroke your perfect skin.
The trace of your neck, the frame of your jaw,
Memorizing every inch of you,
engraving this moment into my heart.
The stars fall into your eyes,
Your body free of any coverage,
More lovely in the light of the moon,
It rests upon your shape like a match made in heaven.
The blackness sets the intimacy on fire,
As we grow accustomed to the darkness 🔥
Written for Reenas Exploration Challenge #81. You can read all about her challenge by clicking the highlighted section.
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Wonderful poem and thank you for the challenge. https://getalifeafterfifty.wordpress.com/2019/04/10/dark-days-of-spring-a-black-poem/
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