Black silk strands sift over
The ivory skin of my abdomen
As his lips paint love stories up my stomach,
His hair glistening in the moonlight that filters through the blinds,
Casting sporadic stripes over our bodies.

My waist length obsidian tresses
Lay splayed on the ironically white sheets,
Each curling tendril seeming to
Poison its innocence.

Ebony eyes break through my embarrassment,
And steady hands still my shudders.
I curl around him,
Legs tangling,
Arms knotting,
My breathing short and fast.

His feathery fingers swirl up my thighs,
Over my hips,
To cup my back in soft desire.

Eyelashes kiss flesh as
Skin rubs against skin,
Sparks flurrying between our
Intertwining cupidity.

Fists curl in bed sheets
As teeth bite lower lips,
Almond eyes squeeze,
And knees tremble…
My body battling for control over
The rampant cravings growing between us.

His tongue blazes fire up my neck,
And he cradles me to him,
The hard plains of his body
Strong and safe.

I feel as though I'm smoldering,
Everything is so hot, so horribly feverish.
I reach out to him as though he is my antidote,
My splash of relief,
But he simply spurs the fire,
Entices my burning body.


Hours later I can still feel the flames licking me gently,
Quelled for the moment,
But still listlessly stirring beneath my skin.

And as I laze against his steady thumping chest I feel content.
Even with the knowledge of what tomorrow will bring,
And the dread of the empty bed I will find when the sun graces the skies…
I am content.

Tonight's sin is enough to dispel all of my daylight heartaches,
If only for a moment.