Respirez-vous, femme

I played the music softly, and we lain together, heartbeat to heartbeat.  Profound kisses punctuated the verses we shared, while we breathed the scent of us.  Woven fingers gave shelter as skin begat skin, in a warm moment’s birth.  Hours passed in that place where we tangled limbs and left the sentences to hang on.  

"tell me something true" she said… and I spelled "I love you" on her chest with my mouth.  "it all yours", she whispered… Milk and honey dripping from her softened mouth, I drank deeply of her.  Drawing my fingertips across her curves and planes, "I am merely a sculptor"… 

Knotted, we became in my bed.  The vision of her removing her many silver rings, etched into my eyes, my mind.  I cleaved to her, every second a pinprick, every breath a prayer.  Eloquent dew clung to our skin, so redolent with the unspoken.

In a tangle that shouldn’t have been comfortable, damp flesh clung and lazy mouths shared their flavours.  I love you.  I love you.