_____ by Antoinette

Under the pale moonlight you hold me
Your touch is so light yet I feel every bit of you with my entire being
I know we are both waiting a yearning
We do not speak but the looks that pass between us utter a thousand words
You lean in to kiss me
My soft flesh quivers under the weight of your full lips
So this is what heaven feels like
Your lips move from mine, planting kisses like gentle rain on my face
My brown skin now has tender gooseflesh all over
I know I look lovely in red
You kiss each one of my fingertips
I feel my back touching the dew-moistened grass
I feel you everywhere as if you are a part of me
I feel your lips blazing a trail on my skin
My breath stops
You breathe on the delicate bud of my essence and I blossom
I feel your lips raining kisses there and my bud opens to expose
the beautiful red rose that you have unveiled with your masterful lips
I quiver and you hold me
I awake to find myself in an orchard full of roses
One for all the times you have made me bloom

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