From my poetry book Eternal Love, available on amazon.

Talk to me,

You, the untouched white sheets,
Are you waiting for my ink,
Or piece of my heart.

Hands can’t resist
The temptation to touch,
conquer your virgin silence,
With tender whispers.

My words,
Landing, one by one,
On your naked face,
To melt, shape,
Express my existence,
Through the quiet of your whiteness.

Soul is aroused,
could feel,
The breath of God,
From behind.

The deeper I press the ink
Between your parallel lines,
The more excited soul becomes,
Of dream of making love,
leave a mark.
You moan and make sexy noises
To increase the feverish force
Behind my pen.
Passion rises beyond control,
A deep penetration to touch,
The untouchable.

I can not wait any longer,
Here it comes,
The fluid between our intimacy
Running on your white sheets.
Making tattoos of my tracks,
All over your place.

I look into you,
To find more of self, waiting to exhale.

Tension builds up,
In my hopeless try
To reach and break a new record,
Of this marathon of words.
Oh, my silent lover
We are in this together,
I rub my soul,
To your white sheets,
more and more.

Here it comes,
The orgasm of One.
And silence afterwards.
My ink, rest in you now.

Breath of God,
Is neither behind or in front,
It blows from inside.

© Serena Devi, March 2010, Thornhill Canada

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