sing to me

the lyrics are

fingertips on fair skin

where the hipbone juts

slightly enough to be sexy.

 

the tune is a sharp inhale,

just behind the ear,

and goose bumps raise

to meet its heat

with hungry tongues

and pillow hair

and rings under their bright eyes;

just enough shadow to set

color ablaze.

 

by the time the chorus hits,

I want to devour you like warm

waves of lust and thrust

until the mercury rise

makes the thermometer bust,

and we’re red-faced and spent

on a white sand shore,

twitchy and giggly

in a glorious aura of sweat-mingled

dew.

 

you’ll melt into me,

I’ll stare into you,

because your face is Paradise

and your smile; Heaven’s gate.

 

as you kiss my bruised passion

and I lick the ache from your bones,

 

I’ll raise my head from between

milk-glass continents and say,

 

“sing it again. I wanna dance

some-more.”

 

we’ll be immortal for as long

as the fusion lasts;

 

nothing as happy as I am right now,

could even ponder death.

 

 

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Wow, passion ala R.G.

Nice take on music and romance here.

[MuSe Ampoule]

Wow! Ecstasy in the moment! Beautifully done!
"we’ll be immortal for as long
as the fusion lasts;"
You capture the moment like no one else, and your voice sings with it!