Don't Pamper Me

Don't drape me with moonlit silks  
when the night breeze gently lingers  
soft as breath upon my face,
simply wash my soul with tenderness
and lay with me beneath the starlit skies.

Let your eyes softly brush away the ribbons
of velvet coated night upon my breasts
and let your fingers paint 
with muted shades across my thighs. 

Do not sprinkle me with lavender  
kissed with dewdrops in the dawn
as the smoky haze of morning tints my eyes,
just run your tongue across my lips
in gentle murmured whisperings of lust.

Spread your sighs across my body so gently
that they glide in sultry trickles 
of sunrise painted mist upon my flesh
beneath your fingertips.

Don’t let the sun drip gold across my skin
without your hands beneath the rays;
don’t let soft raindrops kiss my hair 
without your lips to taste the rain, 
for all I ask is one indulgence — 
just your love.


march 2005
©Janet Reid




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Awarded by Flowing Quills March 16, 2005