Blue Egyptian silk shimmers as I walk in.
The scent of roses fills the air
As little red petals lay strewn everywhere.
Mingling just right,
The scent with the coolness of the A/C
L’amour is in the air
As I gaze upon the object of my affection
Whose eyes follow my every move.
Love is in the air.
Quickly closing the space between us,
He wraps his arms around me.
Gently as we sway to the beats
Of J. Butler on the saxophone,
He strokes my hair. Bodies melded,
His heart, I feel beating against mine.
Love is in the air.
The kiss when it comes is as heady as wine.
Lips part as our tongues embrace,
In a soulful dance as old as time itself.
Love is in the air as our clothes find freedom from us
In homage, they lay prostrate before us
And I am led to the shimmering of blue Egyptian sheets.
Love is in the air.
Limbs entwined as moans rend the air
I am underneath him and I am also on top
We work, oh, we work straining you see,
For fulfillment from this craze that has beset us.
I drink in his scent as again I find myself
Lovingly crushed underneath his weight
As thrust after thrust I am carried to ecstasy.
Love is definitely in the air.
Fire! Oh, wonderful fire!
I feel it shooting from the depths of my being
As arms entwined I call out his name.
His guttural sounds tell me
I am not alone for I know that he feels it too. (Don’t ask me how)
I drink of his lips as he drinks from mine
As fulfillment beckons, ever so close.
Love is in the air.
Hands clasped together, fingers entwined
We fall from the earth into the very eye of the storm
With shuddering ferocity, the intensity of it all
Sends us reeling into utter mindlessness.
Love is in the air as gently we return to reality
Breathless, we gaze into each other’s eyes
“I love you” he whispers, “as do I”… my response
And in blue Egyptian silk, we bid the world
Good night.
Dedicated to the love that stirs in our hearts for that special someone.
by Dawn Wilson
Feature image from – artcollectorz.com
