His Jet-black Beard

his jet-black beard
brushes against my cheek,
his full, soft-as-snow lips
nestle in my neck,
his strong, worn hands
envelop my hips.
i lightly prod his chin up
with my finger,
and he looks into me.
all i see are open doors
and curtains, as his
deep, almond-shaped eyes
melt me wholly,
and i am lifted from the earth.

heartofaQueen heartofaQueen
22-25, F
Jul 22, 2010