Ars Poetica - by Lily

A soft place
where pleasure awaits
they kiss and touch;
familiar worlds
for these explorers of love

the seas part
and there is thunder
between her legs
she lets him ride her sky
they enter the temple of their vow
as one

falling into a warm sleep
he is wrapped in her scent
he holds her close in dreaming
she stares at the ceiling
at the glow in the dark stars

she is not sated
she is not sated

pulling back the sheet
quietly, gently
she airs the moist spot
and roams the night
for more...


~Lily