White Flesh

Its curve and smell
oceans wash over me
time recedes, lost within endless bliss
painted facades of naked brilliance
their forms in motion
still within its frame
upon a canvas of flesh
pale and soft
light dances in from the window
caressing desire upon thy lips
its sound is lost in ecstasy
caught within the flame of passion
as it grows brighter
melting twisting forms together
they touch
and are gone
as two becomes 3
it becomes cosmos
and upon its brink
lies a universe of pleasure
arched for love!