Ethereal Siren

Mesmeric rivulets, a river delta of skin
Eyelashes glittering, lips glistening. Droplets of steaming rain
fall from the tip of nose, chin, nipple
Coursing down your belly
searching, discovering, caressing life’s font so
tantalizingly hidden.
Savoring your breath’s bouquet, our breath
clean, pure, high desert air. Untainted by Time’s
mad eternal rush toward ever.
Slowly, lazily, water nymph of the moment.
Breasts gently swaying, obscured and revealed.
Succumb to the tidal swell. Crimson pulse thumping
visibly in the graceful curve of your neck.
Desire evolving, transforming.
My hands need your soft, yielding flesh, your supple strength.
Sing for me your ethereal song, alluring siren.
Immersion into your welcoming waters to
Survive
Strive
Live
Dive again

Eloquent

Very interesting, I love it.

A Photograph For The Mind's Eye

One of the best I've heard.
Any woman would want to be her.
When I read your words
In my mind I could almost see her.

One I Will Never Forget

Thank you for your comment, Paul. High praise, indeed. She is every woman...and none. Iconic in the mind and soul. Thanks, again.

J

We were but stones
You're light made us stars
-Pearl Jam

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