The light in hover, darkness is tiptoeing,
a solar silky wave has slowly crossed a face.
Mudra connects all meanings – signs for loving…
But somehow its desire is missing grace.
So soft and touchy fingers play with hairs,
Forgiveness on its tips and warmth are calm.
Right now, two lips are lighter than the air,
This moment keeps its promise on a palm.
Inhaling prophesy’s fulfilled with longing,
With pumping blood, like jumping from a plane.
From whispers, feelings getting wet and tongue in…
All minds are helpless under kisses’ reign.
Whole flesh is tense and density is rising,
“Oh, God” is here to remind thee name.
Four eyes are blinded by derived devising,
Each pat is stronger, a bit lesser tame.
Arousing ecstasy makes other senses nodding,
Appealing peels and moves are catching sense.
While going downward, we rejoin with bodies
That most seductive and reclusive dance.
May 11, 2007
Iouri Lazirko
Copyright ©2007 Iouri Lazirko