Thursday, February 16, 2012

He Is Magic

He Is magic,  silken skin glistening in the pale moonlight my dream calling to me in the night
His lips form perfection his words drip honey into my mouth like water to my soul,  his kiss
Time has brought us a tapestry of love a canvas of colors to share as we touch together in bliss
He stands before me in his nakedness as a god baring his beauty and soul,  waiting for pleasure
The sea crashes onto rocks as our bodies begin to meld together with overwhelming desire
He whispers in my ear a poem of Africa as we make love,  He recites it over and over till climax
He cradles me in his strong arms and tells me I am sacred,  He is love my sun,  my shining star
Sleep comes to us and peace in our hearts,  the water is calm the earth is quiet  even in the shadows
As daylight comes I am wrapped up in brilliance of him and I together like the perfectness of  jazz
He is magic,  beautiful, subtle and loves that I love him,  the way I hold his emotions in a jar
Oh he thinks he is slick making my heart tick,  keeping me high on a melody of Sade,  rocking away
I will come down off my mountain for his love,  for his comely ways,  even put my feet in the water
 Purple flowers he gives to entice me,  Oh how I  love to come down off my mountain  to play
Sunshine raining down as we lay in the field,  sweet love we make as we promise our selves this day

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