midnight through venetian blinds
the city murmurs below
your bed of satin dreams
a red candlelit shrine
our naked prelude
my fingertips trace your spine
slowly ...
caressing each moment
a velvet whisper
you lean into me
and a sliver of light
catches my breath
prismatic
radiant
a cascade of midnight ink
flowing through your eyes
ethereal
indelible
bliss ~
copyright 2011 Robin Christopher Amaral