love poem three

Creamy skin landscaped over rolling hills

Candles laugh out shadows tickling through the trees

Candles becoming distant campfires

Refocusing toward thrills

I walk my fingers lightly, unfocused to her knees

Feet with miles under them, floating above my lips

Forgetting what food was, tasting her hungry hips

And no energy could be stronger

Than what I would receive

As I stretched my body longer

And wrapped her like grape leaves

The night just set in soothing

Slowly eclipsing the light

Our fingers entangled and moving

It never felt so right.

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