Her skin pink and satin
Trapped nude in a secret vault.
I lavish her sweetly
She moans and begins to quiver.
Her dazzling sapphire eyes
Swoon over me
I whimper.
A virgin begins to charm
Like a candle made of potion.
A rare ruby shinning
Dances in the mirror
Subtly hypnotizing.
She tastes like sugar and honeycomb.
Her taught fingers
Caressing languorously.
Sunset like a fire
Engulfs me.
The evening torrents
An aphrodisiac.
We tremble into oblivion
In exotic bliss
As my charmed jewel
Lies with me.
Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.

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