In the dark with you

All my lovers
cook alive
in one boiling pot.

They grope, they grab.
They suck, they fuck.
They pant, they wank.

They rock and roll
in their sweat
to see if I will tumble
from my pedestal;
priestess of desire.

But you...
Queen of Sheba,
lie quietly next to me
and arouse me
with your talk of
living and dying,
laughing and crying,
chasing our childhood memories
with society close on our heels.
They try to capture us
like butterflies.

And in this chapel of smiles
your voice caresses my spine
and your dark eyes kiss my neck,
your hair
sprinkling moonlight
on my breast.

How we love the stars
and the shadows.
How we dread morning tingling
on our skin.

I love being in the dark
with you.
I love
being with you.