White Velvet

Your body is a velvet.
Neither red nor blue.
But white, so delicate, so indescribably serene.
The taste of your skin feeds my hunger.
A hunger for a unification of two.
I pull you closer, my heartbeat quickens.
As I watch you change and unfold under the presence of me.
The presence of my hungry lips, pushing against your neck... There is nothing more stimulating.
My hands graze over the canvas of your soft, velvet skin.
Must I dare please my impulse.
Oh but of course.
We share the impulse forever.
I relocate my hungry, satisfying lips across the unfinished canvas.
Down across your chest, the chamber of your patchwork heart.
My soft lips reach your growth, caressing it thoroughly.
A soft moan and cry from your lips, my doors of love.
A gaze we share within the silhouette of our cradle.
These sheets, only a tattered satin.
A satin that we know, will soon perish and fall away from our bedroom hymns.