solisis

Slip into slumber, princess. I hold your elixir inside and away in a dream. To bend this and curve this and peer through something coiled for the stretch and the pull of my fingers and nails over your bruised, perfected skin. I taste you when you are away in the sleep swept realm of oblivion. My clandestine lick over your abdomen and under your collar bone stirs not a hair nor bats a lash, so furtive as to leave no trace of this love struck phantom you own. A virtually absent blow to your ear and a bite maybe a millimeter away, my blood surges throughout as my chambers fire the coals and intake all that scents a vanilla kiss. A one inch hover above your exposed shoulders, my twin hands mimic each others moves perfectly, drawing the blanket past you to the floor, revealing a golden image- something to me, unreal. In each blink I absord you. In each breath I draw closer to combustion. I am without a word in your starlight brilliance, the moon casts a glow about your silhouette. Slightly hilight the closed lids of my aggregate dream. With a stealth gifted filangil movement I brush your bangs to the side and press my lips over your brow and hold. Suck you lightly, then pick the release as I part with a fraction of my soul. Well spent every time. There to rest for the hours to come, I take my post at the foot of the bed in attentive observation of your inviting vessel and the crumpled sheets who dont know how priviledged they happen to be for such a prerogative as to comfort this consummate musical note. Like the haunting spirit of doom I loom over you in complete marvel of your essence entirely. Your image, your breath, your aroma, your movements unaware. Entirely you, you sleep a perfect circle. Simply the beauty of simplicity. So much more than I could wish and so much more than I deserve. I sit before you, a man providentially gifted with your compassion and devotion. The happiest alive. Let not a word disrupt all that I love as she accepts a caesure in the divine sheet of music I liken her to. Perfectly composed. Perfectly performed. Perfectly adored for every measure and offkey stroke of the bell. It is you that perfects me.