Caribbean blue, sinks deeply into the iris’ of your eyes.

Flecks of French blue speckle across the lighter blue like early stars in the sky, on an evenings deep setting sun.

I trace your delicate fingers with mine, letting the warmth of our skin barely touch.

That’s all I need to breathe.

I drag my face across yours, wanting to melt into you like gold, smelting into its magma pulsating state.

My lips touch yours.

I breathe you in deeply.

My hands wandering the sacred land of your body.

Finding my secret space, you let me know she approves.

She doesn’t know I worship her.

She is a Goddess and I am a simple man.

I fall into her cavernous depths.

I never want to leave.

And when I am not with her, my soul aches for....HER.