Undressed

A particularly warm summer night

Lying together,

Blankets vacant,

Overhead,

A naked moon passes through the window,

and onto a canvas dark,

The unveiled portrait of your silhouette.

Your silent breath, and penetrating stare,

Echoes? Who visits this solitude?

 

The moonlight brushes your gentle contours

And on your neck,

A radiance sweats a mist of dew,

From a moonlight finished and made subdued.

Bound to abide by your contour's edge,

And to yield to the mystery of you.

 

 My pull draws you close, to expose

The permeating warmth in your touch,

Like an unfettered dove turned from stone,

That carries me as such

Along a path bending round your cheekbone,

And down the strait of your neck

Now adorned by a lip's gentle brush.

Each touch, a fissure in the unknown,

expressing the swirling undertone

Slowly rising to the surface,

Circling your soft shoulders.

Eclipsing the roundness of your breasts,

And tracing the oasis on your navel.

 

As I struggle to secure the impression of you,

I cling to your features,

For though we lay so near,

I fear, I'm still falling, falling to you.

 

So lying together,

with a midnight's crest.

In a secret communication, a tunnel

You trace across my chest,

and I wonder, "Is this a stumble,

A cause without, a specter born of a longing drought"?

 

And yet I feel,

Your hair,

streaming down the pillow

like weights chained to sorrow

that break on my skin.

But it is I who shatters, pressed

By your thigh's warm embrace.

Have you come from the shadows to rest?

Have you come to me undressed?

Author's Note

The last 2 stanzas seem like they make their own poem, but its all the same to me...

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Beautiful imagery combined with admirable restraint. The best erotica is always understated, engaging the reader's imagination. Very well done.

[Ronaldo]

Thanks so much for your feedback! I'm glad you like it, though, I never really meant to write erotica :/