Overwhelming Stories

The amethyst sky glows healing As your body slides close And your mouth breathes shivers On my shoulder. My seeking hands are pressed Back to sleep-rumpled pillows. "Be still," whispers against my neck. I am made breathless by your eyes. Slow geometry arouses all of me And the air is saturated With something more than magic. Hard and loving fingers scrape soft, flat belly, Sliding over hips that move in supplication. Your...