true lovers

 A tale of true lovers
thousands of miles away,
pages and words
to bridge a winter night
closing of my eyes momentarily
Mmmmmm, there she is my slave
as I hold your arms
above your head,
writhing on silk like
a candle's flame,
the heat so intense
we burn blissfully
slowly inhale;
lingering essence
of lust ages will foretell the love,
the romance of us
sweat coats like our
kisses of honey,
dripping on our tongues
so delicious rolling across
our flesh as we delve deeper
candlelight guiding our movements,
like the wild abandon
we ache for as we entwine
with sexual heaven
now is now the time
for passion's touch,
exploding into a primeval scream
that sends us into
the darkness so warm
generations will envy the attraction,
magnetism our heart's unfolds
history will be colored,
tainted with our love
pouring from our souls
as Master and slave
at the end we never see,
it is devoted,
to bond us truthfully
eternally of soul,
the scent of salt perfuming
the sensual air