Love Art

Though my eyes are close
but I see you
my hand are carving
around your chiseled chest.
My nails are digging
your flesh to draw a line
between us, a harmony
singing our lullabies.

The contour of your hips
pressing my curves
and the arms reaching
my twin Andes,
with your fingers stroking
the oasis hidden beneath my steppes
your savagery claiming
every inch of me.

How sweet is the vengeance my dear
a quench to our thirst pallet.
And you see, a river burst
in the middle of my desert.

Fount of joy.
Spring of pleasure.
Lips savor lips.

Heart sought heart,
until our shadows webbed
in this shared art called - love.