My Gravity

Beneath your ivory skin
lies treasure worth hunting,
your pale blue eyes
leave me helpless; wanting;

we submit; mouth to lips
I caress your seductive lines;
I forget to breathe
your heaven scent; sublime;

My silent screamer
my breathless dreamer
I am my distance run
I am tonight spent; weaker;

I am a mere moth
to your supernova
captivated by your lustre
I remain your willing: forgiving;
forever distant lover.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011