Serenade

Warm winds breathing,playing along My back

Form warm against soaked,heated rocks

Knuckles contently gripping the stone with failing care

I hear only her brittle notes of allure

Smitten by tales of bitter triumph

Bitten by comforts arousal of rest

Her pale circumference splitting the ripples around her frame.the pink in her reflection had almost convinced me of possible humanity

Gentle,hot sigh of the gods throughout the night rich deep sky exciting me. These hums of air roast the supple flesh above her damp heartbeat

Her guard slowly fallen

Her gaze faintly melancholy

Yet had splinters of hope

Our miniscule moments shared,all tender yet tinged by her chill

Maybe she will understand,with the acceptance on her lips

Perhaps I am unwise

But she tastes of sweet,loving unknown