The Sense of You

I see your whole in those two opals
that glitter in the dim half-light;
soft-burning like tallowed tapers
that consume themselves.
And watch as the diamonds roll down
over the curve of your cheek.

I trace my fingers over the line
of your submissive edges
and stroke the beads of sweat
that dot your skin, like fallen rain,
as my love nestles deep in the embrace
of your yielding folds.

I taste the blushing pilgrims
of your lips upon my own.
Mixed with that sweet scent;
the taste of your breath,
that is given fresh life
with every rippling thrust.

I smell the heat of you,
mixed with the cocktail of the room;
a slow-boil broth of our union,
blended with promise
and spiced
with the flow of love.

I hear the bellows of your breathing.
And listen to each moan, as passion
rushes up against the shore
to swell and break in sudden fury.
Until you sigh as softly
as the rain on the sea.