Daydream in White

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Daydream in White

Shadows led to her sleeping form, lithe, untouched on the silk
Her hair is a spilled bottle of ink, her skin Sevres porcelain
The wind entices the curtains to dance, the air brushes her nipples
Imperceptibly rising nubile pink roses, velvet petals arching toward the light
Darkness traces the curve of her hip and slides up the crease of her abdomen
Toward the collarbone, the delicate wings of a bird flying from the tips of her shoulders
Her features are soft like down, her neck borrowed from a swan, gracefully holding her
Gentle face like a crown, the lips rebound as I descend upon the perfection of her
Eyes filled with sleep crack as dawn climbs into the sky
Emerald forests and moss grown on still waters, her eyes hold nature captive
The irises bold, the eyelashes fickle as feathers, tickling my own as we
Engage in butterfly kisses and laughter rings through the room
Stopping only when that hardened repose engages her and she glances down
At her uncovered limbs, the shine of sun on sea and she discovers
That her secrets are safe within me and she leans back into the niche in the bed
Her hands clutching almost desperately at my waist and I lean panting over her
The warmth of her breath an intoxication and my hands pull at the perfection of her skin
Cupping her face and her breasts, gripping her hips and feeling her legs open
The scent of her engulfing the narrow space between us
My fingers find her folds and I press into her and she arches her back in fervor
Grasping the sheets in a white knuckled grip, moans splitting the beating of my heart
The rushing of blood in my veins, in my groin, the ache building to a fever
Her face and chest are flushed with an infusion of desire and greed
My body no longer my own flails and I find my hands on her shoulders
My hips sunk deeply into hers, the rhythm of our movement musical
Violins building to a screech and an earsplitting climax
An explosion of sex, wild undulation and collapse of the fabric of time
The moment of uncensored bliss and slowly we melt into one another
Our hearts slowing, our sweat mingling, falling towards the light, the dark

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