15. Arabesques

Softness of the skin.
Under my fingers your heat.

Your breath so close
Gives me shivering.

A heady perfume fils the air.
Exhilarated my soul.

Muscles, heavy,
And moves so slow.

Your body against me,
Lying, I look the lights.

On the ceiling, shadows
Of the world outside,
Draw arabesques.

Voluptuous attitudes
That, in rhythm and silence,
The wind makes dance.

 

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