Draped in shadow, flushed with grace,
Warm light curves across her space.
A heavy lash, her shuttered eyes,
A breathless kiss—the pull that ties.
Her velvet skin, where contours rise,
A lingering touch to mesmerise.
To trace her spine is heat infused,
A slow match to a waiting fuse.
She pulls the centre of my stage,
A fever burning page by page.
Tangled close, our breaths entwine,
My forever muse, all space and time
In the spirit of poetry I wanted to share this one with my beautiful muse.
G
