You

Quiet, bright love on liquid fires.
Senses- which cannot be held in,
from muffled desires.

Fresh kisses- like falling, warm tulip petals.
Good feels, coming from friendly- small tea kettles.

Receding- lonely pain, finally dissipating,
welcoming slow-rising, lovely- high elating.

Growing lust, in timid sound bites.
Intimacy made best, on star-filled- gazing nights.

Moon light, candle lit- soft jokes.
The sounds of rain,
amongst innocent- affectionate strokes.

Strands of long, dark hair,
falling all over-
pale skins, smooth and fair.

Your steady, intense eyes.
Will surely,
be my own- welcomed demise.

Our tangled limbs.
And together, beautiful sins.

Those light footprints- on carpet,
while, both hearts destined-
on the same target.

Bottled,
sweet memories.
Enough to last and remain,
through time's, ever changing leaves.