Satin sheets tossed aside
Our legs entwined like unfinished sentence
Your unshaven face slowly grazed my neck
Sending ripples of shivers down my spine
You bit slowly as I moaned softly
Slumber carefully envelopes me
Yet your hand trails the length of my body
Causing an assault in my senses
Your fingers tracing the pubescent line of the crevices of my soul
Promising raptures of second chances
The scent of your skin next to me
Reminds me of wood smoke and jasmine
Of journeys across the Mediterranean Sea and the Arabian Desert
Of harems, Bedouins, crusaders and kibbutzes
Your dark hazel eyes all knowing
Laced with long lashes like India fan
Hiding secret getaways, rendezvous and unbroken vows
That hold constellations of amorous oracles
And somewhere in the midst of magenta winds
Of sand storms and brown, high winged falcons
Under the canopied terrains of the sands of times
I am beggared, a slave for release
I am beggared, a slave for release
You brought me to the zenith of your celestial domain
And like Icarus, I rose to the skies and feel myself burning
Down... down...down...
