Pashasha


Your hair smells of wheat and poppies.
Woman,
do you know how much
I want you?
If I kiss your closed eyes,
Here,
Like this
and this,
like a butterfly’s wing
brushing your face
you shiver with
anticipation.
When I touch your lips with one finger,
soft,
slow,
tracing their shape
and I hear you gasp,
a tiny breath
my bones turn to water.
my head spins.
I watch you move about the room.
Notice every muscle
moving under your silk.
There is a knot in my stomach
which only you
can untie with your caress.
Woman of mine,
I still can't believe this!
I take your hand
and lead you to the bed,
slowly unwrapping you
like a precious gift.
Will you mind
if I ask you to stand,
just for a moment?
There,
magnificent
Proud.
You know your effect!
Your eyes are
Eating my soul.
Knowing what’s to come
and in minutes we are tangled,
dizzy,
flying.
Possessing each other.
Rushing for heaven
and, oh!
How did you become so ready?
I barely touched you.
From my eyes?
From my smell?
From my wanting?
Incredible!
I bury myself in your warm neck
And spill my whole being
into you.
Are you crying?
I am too!
Are you laughing?
So am I!
Now we are still.
If we move,
The world will end.