Fire-Wrapped Refuge
We spell tender
in syllables versed with gentle stir
Fire-Wrapped
in the mist of soft braille
etching the moan of your name
in midnight's velvet surrender.
Vanilla moistens my lips
from the bathe of jasmine rain
draped around my sighs
in the curviture of your milky sway
as desires of swallow
drown me in satin whispered burn.
Eternal
glows in our passion
filling delight into your smile
as you listen to my heartbeat
slowing
from the thunder of our storm,
the refuge where I curl in trembled release
of divine warmth.
340 miles of ache
buried in purrs
stained in screams
unforgettable moments
melted in the whimper of love's breath,
still seeded in the wet of
Monday Morning's Kiss.
~ybb~