Invisible tracks followed on copper roads
adoring each step with his lips
those honeyed petals delivers of desire
every touch received with its wish
Hands of experience caress supple flesh
though a body pure is their yearning
eyes alone drowning the lovers
glancing over curves and lines
Deep moans of savoring feels
perfectly sited enthralling strokes
to linger over hills and valleys
memorizing all inches of the enchantress
A silver halo to bless this night
upon their delicate exploring fingers
while lovers interlace with limbs
first for many vowed mutual twilights
You have re-designed the genre of epithalimion with this poem!
Starward