I read her body like tagore’s verse , written in Braille,
My fingers searching the pages of her skin, gently brushing away
the hair that falls like a silken bookmark ,across her face.

Nimble fingertips work way down the page,
Hands trembling with excitement,
anticipating which words will follow.

Fingers linger in some areas, reread, so that on lonely nights
like this one I will be able to recite the subtle nuances of
her neck or the mystery surrounding her navel.

I drink her through my senses; hear her voice- so soft and sweet
Like a thousand unspoken words balanced on the tip of her tongue
Her skin feels like a silky velvet sheet has been cast over this exquisite body

I try hard to interpret these verses for others, but there is no translation
for her lungs breathing into the palm of my hand,
or her heart, beating its ancient tribal rhythms in sync with mine.

Now she only comes out of my memories like a glistening star

I awaken as the sun extinguishes in the horizon,
And in empty space I gaze and feel her presence,
The warmth of her being washing over me,
Like a gentle wave across a sandy shore.

Drawing me from my slumber,
She whispers- words only my heart can hear,
Filling me with the desire to please her,
With each word she speaks, I'm wanting her more.

her erotic images dance through my mind,
Arousing my senses with the essence of her being,
Overwhelmed by the temptation of she offers me,
She reaches in to the darkness of me, touching my soul.

Thus drifting between the dream and reality,
I'm helpless in her powerful embrace,
I look up in to her eyes of darkness,
Empty and aching, begging to be made whole.

The kisses she brings, set my soul on fire,
she whispers to me the promise of eternity,
Softly laying my head against she,
Piercing my flesh and sealing my fate.

She is the angel that fuels my passion,
Beckoning me to her when the moon is high,
Bathing me in the ecstasy of nocturnal pleasure,
The immortal lover, my eternal mate.