your two eyes worship

your two eyes worship some evening farther sky
than the four winds around us, breathing with our sighs
perfumed taste tantalizes, in metered measure
as waves of warm skin rise, toward strong pleasure
only where the sacred kiss touches desire;
hunger where your quickened heart ascend even higher
as my lingering love gives voice to your song,
waves lapping restless shores, all night long:
then a still, white dove lies, with entrancing smile
underneath the sly moon's beaming magic wiles.

hamadryad
I like! I love!

Twiggynoir
Such a delicate write that gives off such an ethereal ambience. Beautiful title too.

sonetta
very alluring poem....ah, words can seduce....

Fay Slimm
The flow of this love poem is excitingly smooth - - "waves of warm skin" rising is just too much for an early morning - - or is it ! ! ! -- loved it... hugs from Fay.

Pendemic
You produce such beautiful images. Lovely poem.