IN A DIMMED LIGHT

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IN A DIMMED  LIGHT

Oh! these eyes of yours
between the sheets
like headlights
that burn my eyes
in a darkened room...
Your hair draws
a landscape in your pillow
and your abandoned hands
vulnerable to touch
Oh these eyes of yours
that silently beg 
looking at my half naked body
your body moves
languid and begging
against mine
Oh! this touch of yours
so familiar, so unknown
provoking endless chills 
in my bare skin
that searches into my senses 
for untold pleasures
that guesses my requests
insinuating into my ear
your warm tongue...
Oh! your smell
of soap after shower
the perfect taste of your mouth
your legs that fit
so perfectly in mine...
Oh! this moment
half real, half ethereal
when our mouth kisses
with open eyes
showing in the pupils
the overt desire
Oh! that child side 
half needy
fragile and aggressive
 seducing me
crushing me in your arms
filling me with desires
in a dimmed light

 

Mary Fioratti

Reviews

[Art Sun]

pictured within thoughts...this view of how sensual the eyes can take one from simplicity to the exoticism of love...nice work Mary...

[Me]

Great write

[Leon A. Walker]

Fabulous...

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

What uninhibited passion you expressed... when love and lust collide it can be quite dynamic.