Last Night

Last Night you escaped into my world of dreams kissed by twinkling stars and ordained by the heavens above.

 

Last Night you caressed my face you tasted the nectar of my sweet lips. You whispered promising endearments in my ear vividly fictionalized at this pivotal point in time permitted now to hear.

 

Last Night you slowly undressed me peeling off layers of waiting in anticipation needing the warmth of your body melting against mine hungering for the resonating sound of your baritone voice.

 

Last Night you laid me down on a bed of silken rose petals. Passion and gentleness mirrored in your eyes as you gazed into mine.

 

Last Night your hands worshipped the temple of my body from the strands of hair upon my head to the tips of my toes. Your lips traveled the length of my body the tip of your tongue roaming freely across my moonlit skin.

 

Last Night a slow river of tears escaped from my eyes. Tears of fear, tears of anticipation, and tears of a moment transformed into reality.

 

Last Night you blanketed my lips coaxing me into tender compliance. My arms found a safe haven around your neck pulling my body into the greater law of gravity. No more yearning in the far recesses of my mind no more pen to paper no more staring at a screen and hoping. This was so much more. It was the day, no it was last night.

 

Last Night you were deep inside me. Two lovers intertwining the essence of their souls. Breathing destiny's greatest rewards from the rapture of giving and receiving pleasure. Breathing in life as it was given and tasting breath for breath in fear of it being taken away.

 

Last Night upon the throne of passion you made me cry out your name. I wept beneath the release of your pulsating soul infusing into the crest of my own before releasing into the abyss of euphoric amalgamated contentment. I held you tighter crying from the aftermath of surrendering the essence of my being to you and only you.

 

Last Night tears mingled cheek to cheek restrained words mingled in breaths of enchantment.

 

Two naked bodies housing, gratified souls, hoping wishing and longing for more time to discover the moments that are now part of the past.

 

A Last Night to hope for or a goodbye destined only for dreams. A tearful mourning to move on or a good morning to hold hands plan together hope together and wish together.

 

Last Night, yes I did see the sun the moon the mountains and the rivers and yes I saw heaven when you laid me upon a bed of silken rose petals and made such sweet love to me.

 

Now that we have both looked beyond that mountaintop would Last Night remain only a key within our minds, one only, you and I can unlock.

 

Dedicated to Last Night and The Next Morning.

 

The flowing sands by which we measure the state of our physical existence caught within the strangulation of time.

 

Kemymalia (K.)™
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