My Saving Grace

by Melyssa A. Harmon

Sweet milky skin
'Neath outstretched arms,
My eyes scan head to toe,
Beads of sweat upon your brow
As bodies sway to and fro.
Smiling lips
Share muffled vows
As moonlight bathes the pair,
Battling tongues dance,
Fingers romance,
Passion filling the air.
We waltz as one
'Neath timber twigs
Like waves upon the shore,
Lapping loves warm nectar
As I shiver to the core,
And race to have you
Close to me,
Close, still closer, inside,
As desire abounds
In harmonic sounds,
My craving I cannot hide.
Heavy breath and rolling eyes
Calm to a long embrace
Where morning finds
This lover alone,
Imagination my saving grace.

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