Soft music plays in the background,
my rented apart smelling of vanilla,
of coffees, cigarettes and cherries,
of my books.
Your silky hair painted across my pillow,
painted nails clawing at my scalp.
Feathery touches sealing every soft crevice on you,
I try to memorize every inch.
Press my thumb to your gloss,
smearing the red across the edges of your lips.
Tortorously slow touches delivered delicately,
goosebumps washing over you.
You looked down with those glazed eyes,
an ocean of depth staring at me.
Tears run down your supple cheeks,
your flushed face tinted a rosey pink.
Streaks of mascara paint your eyes,
your messed up lipstick held beneath your teeth.
Your voice sings the siren's song,
chanting my name like a prayer.
A plea, musical to my lone ears,
begging in this sacred ritual.
Arching your back, you pull me close,
hands fisting into my smooth sheets,
your fingers finding my own,
devoted praise filling the room.
Sinners like us,
dance in the dark of the night
in sensual melodies of the dim lights,
in stolen kisses, and hushed moaning whimpers.
Trembling,
I watch euphoria wash over you,
your beautiful eyes flutter shut,
I kiss you one more time.
A gentle promise of my love,
that if you implored me again,
to worship you for the goddess that you are,
I would.
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Aesthetics
Randomaesthete /ˈiːsθiːt,ˈɛsθiːt/ noun a person who is appreciative of and sensitive to art and beauty. a collection of my poems of all genres, from heartbreak to first love, from cherry blossoms to hot summer evenings at the beach. I hope you enjoy
