Oh
do you remember, do you remember
The
last time we made love
The
moonlight pooling like spilled milk
On
the bedroom floor?
Do
you remember the murmurs and gasps from our lips
Hands
together, fingers twining
Soft
kisses growing hard in the urgency of the fire
Growing,
leaping inside –
Do
you remember?
Perhaps
you would rather not remember
Perhaps
you would forget everything from those days
Those
nights.
But
I have those memories
Of
your eyes opening wide
As
the waves of pleasure bore you cresting
Taking
your breath away,
I
remember floating with you
Up
to the stars.
The
moonlight lay on the floor
Sliding
pool of light and shadow
Leaf-dappled,
And
we were far away
Swimming in bliss
Among the stars.
The shudder of your orgasm
Like a dam breaking
Pouring forth the liquid fire
Trapped inside.
And we lay together,
Floating down.
Swimming in bliss
Among the stars.
The shudder of your orgasm
Like a dam breaking
Pouring forth the liquid fire
Trapped inside.
And we lay together,
Floating down.
The
returning was bliss, only because
We
would go up again.
The
wind was warm through the window
The night
played in your night-black hair
That
time.
And our
music played for us
Heard
by us alone.
Copyright B Purkayastha 2014
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Very beautifully written.
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