the brown jewels in his face
i stare at them
i jump inside them to swim
deeper and deeper inside of him
and it is there that he is vulnerable
it is not lust that i find but
before i am able to grasp the
truth laying there just beyond me
nestled in the crevices of the brown jewels
his limbs grab me and the euphoric sense of passion
ignites something betwixt us
that i am unsure i can handle
but i nudge forward
intertwining flavors posing as colors;
his butterscotch with my caramel
and gnawing off hesitancy
engulfed by the star kissed onyx air
he reaches, encircling me with his wings
unkowingly tearing open old wounds....
Note From the Writer: Feel free to leave a comment. I anticipate completing this piece very soon.
