Zirconium Vows

Fallacies of a salt wrenched iris,
bending silver lining's of dawn--
she lays cocooned in satin wombs.
Bedsheets cascade off nipples edge,
the lovers breath hot on her neck.
He sways her mind to him once more.

Upon the table beyond her figure,
rests the listless golden wrap--
embracing fast the gemstone seed.
His lips bring memories to close,
as palms in turn pry milky thighs.
Her gaze now glazed in lavender haze.

The purple princess swoons for him,
omit a shattered crystal crown--
she croons for the servants touch.
Crooked digits trail through auburn hairs,
as the lovers melt in a deep plum lust.
Churning still airs they stir the morn.

Teeth slowly graze her supple chest,
heaving with the twist of his tongue--
her fingertips stray the stomachs edge.
In her mind plays film of another man,
a lone tear plummets to oceans of sweat.
Masquerades of the soul endure the memory.

Time slows and in an instant he fills her,
writhing atop moaning brass coils--
her clit devours him in the perfect design.
What once was caution and glass,
quickly turns to exigence and steel.
Her muscles spasm beneath forceful thrust.

Short of breath vocals reach for sound,
yet no distinguished noise can be made--
the linguist of sensuality falters again.
Hips grind flush against his sore shaft,
coaxing the imminent release she smiles.
Eruptions of ecstasy shatter the silence.

Falling from his embrace she slips,
caught only by her broken dreams--
her hope remains the constant desire.
Slender and seminal legs drip with him,
as she plummets into restless slumber.
The sleeping queen dethroned by dusk.