The silkiness of your skin in my memory is foggy,
as I trace with my vividly thoughts the path,
that my lips took on that adventurous night.
As I remember the fullness of your heavenly thighs,
and the intoxicating aroma, as I went past
your center of the universe, of your majestic body.
And honey comes to mind when I think of the taste,
encountered in my travel, with no other companion
that my heated desires playing in my mind,
as I traveled back and forth with restless unbind,
memorizing the spaces of your formidable canyons,
mapping the responses as I pursuit with haste.
And even now I tremble when I think of the end,
the mutual arrival to our foreseen destination,
the rhythm of two bodies perfectly aligned,
watching as I pleasure you close from behind,
tracing with my lips your perfect expression,
while inhaling deeply the now heavenly scent.
Oh, what a memory I so deeply behold,
of one night in heaven that I never told.
HO June 2012