love, come
midnight sky is moon-dewed
under a colony of stars
darkness fades
as you trace fragrant words
upon my skin
your kiss is blade of cognac
pulsing beneath my chest
slurping, feasting, beguiling
burn the night
ocean-silk between my thighs
staking my every sigh
cloving my every word
with wild murmurings of wind
And I will blaze
open, a pink-cherry blooming
with all fire in me
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics: Exploring Erotica as a Literary Genre, guest hosted by Sanaa Rizvi. I prefer writing sensual poems with lots of metaphor. Thanks for joining in.
