Lovely words woven out if sugarcane and honey

I fish slowly from your sweet lips and tender eyes

as I unzip my silent night whispering your name

when my mind wanders among the butterflies.

I will never find words to explain this delicate feeling

the moon hides as we melt together in eternal sighs.

Savouring magical words of passion, lust sends us on

a journey towards sacred pleasure and divine delights.

A thousand beautiful things we harvest together

As we kiss the sun and ride languid Venus and Mars.

You shower me with your love and I forget myself

in your hands of myrtle, in your sheets of satin stars.

Karla Bardanza

1 comment:

  1. I felt as if I were in the heavens
    of Bliss, on a cloud of heather...
    suspended in time... raptured in new heights unknown. This is your mark, this poem is your quasar.