Slipping Burgundy

Slipping, deep, rich warm burgundy

Silk swoon memories, lustful darkness.

Embracing seduction with smooth curves of supple energy.

Tremors of pine, cardiac exhilaration.

Pupils constrict, iris illuminating iridescent hydrated leaves of green.

Identity cosmic, swirling everlasting longevity.

Unsatisfied, keeps growing and embers turn to flames, consuming moralistic views.

Sinking pain, so broken, obsidian bleeds, branches sweltering heat.

Within the hushed intimacy of a faintly lit room, souls.

Drawn by a compelling pull of longing. 

Synchronizing rhythm so effortlessly entranced.

Dancing Terpsichore's spell, enslaved by nature's grasp.

Palpable tension fills the airwaves.

Gentle winds gain strength, roaring inferno. 

Meld together seamlessly curves nesting within each other, solace is found.

Slipping, rich warm burgundy.

Senses ignite with each caress, each touch setting our skin ablaze with electricity. 

These fingers trace free forming intricately soft delicate patterns.

Leaving trails of fires in their wake, each breath mingles the space between.

A sweet courageous symphony of moans, drown with me in sea of burgundy.