Poetry

The moonlight shines thru the window and the curtains the pattern of the curtains reflect upon your half covered body skin I kiss the shadow of the design on your thigh glide my fingertips slowly down your leg hoping not to wake you but its not enough just the touch isn't enough I want to teaste you like sweet fine wine I want to get love drunk off your bodies essence I want to massage you with my lips no fingertips cause when the rain comes I want teaste every rain drop until you stop