i see a theme developing in my poetry...

[finestrascurita]

in a milky sea of creamy sheets and glossy quilts
your pale skin floats
irridescent- you shine like dragonfly wings
the flutter of your inky eyelashes
cause great waves of wind on my paper skin
the gentle burn of your cheek
rusty sandpaper drawn across my pink fingertips
and stain my lips red from your careful rough kiss
your fingers tangle in my curtain of hair
drawn between your soft childlike moans
and my nervous powerful mouth
usurper- your slate eyes suddenly above mine
hard unpraticed kisses ripe with sophmoric desire
dissloving into motion, heat, and the smell of your neck
my clutching hands trace salty calligraphy on your back
and your naked breath is hot and wet in my ear
until the pounding beat of your heart is all i can taste
cocooned in your languorous arms
as the intoxicating midnight air
fills our feeble lungs in one rising tide