Readers Aged: 18+
Fluid carvings of metal, wonderfully coaxed into waves of crested feathers, clothed the center staircase. Marble columns and checkered flows, in framed pursuit, trailed behind the sculpted brown of her calves. Upon entering the room, she walked past the wardrobe and toward the bathroom to get a set of towels.
Drying her hair, covered in a robe, with a silence once again left to hang between them, she leaned forward and pressed her index finger to his lips. Her voice, low in his ear, she said…
“Feels like one of those nights…
Green foliage populates a tropical night,
while the moon skips on the breezes passing by.
Ideal as this situation is, silence is my companion.
The melody originates in my heart to find its release through my eyes.
I extend through the composition and touch the texture of the melody.
The rhythm engulfs my soul and elevates my mind to a zenith of emotion.
Your eyes silvery in fire.
Your body warm with desire.
Brown cascading into Brown.
My soul within your love drowns.
Dream with me lover.
Dream with me…”
He laid back on the bed with her spreading out over him. Covering his entirety, hands extended and fingers outstretched.
By malakhai jones
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