Under Sheets of Silk and Steam

The scent of her bosom

reluctantly lingering,

his mask of divergence

drawn to give in.

Like summers' first nectar,

he drinks from her spirits,

she treats him with distance

soon to be bridged.

A puzzle of pieces,

like forbidden lovers,

on waxed, polished tables

scattered apart.

The silence is silenced

by wishes of luster,

by sheets of silk

and two pounding hearts.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

Ohhhhh.. this soo needs to be experienced by others..

this is adorable.. ... . just love it when circumstance brings me to your feelings once again.. hardened layers just melt off when the spirit that your eyes have seen meet mine.. so happy to have read this today.. i can always count on you to remind me what sheer beauty really is..