The Invitation

The Invitation

When I see your face resting before me,

With your long silky blonde hair spread

Neatly on the bed covered by a linen sheet

On which it forms waves of a calm beach,

You let me clasp your hands with mine.

I crave for your blue eyes to set upon mine.

For they are shadowed by long eyelashes

That sway up and down not allowing me to

Steal a glimpse of those ravenous orbs.

I know it is an invitation to enter you.

I hear the whispers of your breaths

From your sharp and elegant nose

As it closes its nostrils when you inhale;

It makes me feel as if it is a masterpiece

Of a renowned sculptor who has chiseled

It to the last minute before presenting it

To the eagerly waiting crowd for

Admiring its enchanting beauty.

Your red lips parted by a small opening

Exhale with the sound of hunger.

A small mole just above them tries to

Hide all the time, then becomes prominent

Unveiling the face of the divine angel.

You throw your arms up as the sign of

Surrender and courting your master.

With your long and slender legs -

One outstretched and the other folded -

You appeal to adore your curvy frame,

While the navel on your stomach

Is a beautiful flower without a name

Surrounded by the voluptuous desert

Wanting to be touched by a subtle kiss

To kill the loneliness of being laid bare.

As you are already flushed with pleasure,

I would love to satisfy your temptation

As there is no resistance or protest.

The warmth you offer is welcoming me

To make love, without uttering a word.

But I am stuck in awe of your beauty:

Your sensual longing complimenting

The graceful appearance is amplified by

The deep breaths you take invigorates me

And ignites my soul to life.

Your supple and sultry skin glows with

Tender light radiating from within,

Makes me want to liberate your soul

By gliding my tongue all over you.

But then it makes me wonder:

If God has made you look so gorgeous,

How beautifully could He have crafted your soul?

Dec 31, 2018