NOTE: When I write a sensual piece, my intention is not to write pornographic, not from a sexually predatory perspective — but rather from a place of deep love and passion, shared by genuinely committed lovers.
Last night, I quietly watched you, asleep in the light of the half moon, as it traced the soft edge of dark and light, where it enfolded so gently upon you through the open window, fondling your form.
My eyes embraced full measure, your beautiful essence, to then be lost in the golden tangles of your hair, radiant in the pure moonglow. It fanned out in soft wisps, across your graceful neck, then lay smooth upon your silken breasts, that rose and fell with your breathing. Here I lingered upon the precious tender bud.
As your breath fell, my eyes glided further, down through the valley of your rose petal navel, to be entranced by the velvet flower, sensuously shadowed in the satin cleft, where supple limb met supple limb. Such sensual serenity. I swooned, and swelled to bursting, with love.
by this vision before me
intoxicating
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rob kistner © 2023
More moonlit poetry at: dVerse