Gentle rockings,
Soft drag forces
Leaning against a dark wall
lit by blue candles

Her curls collide through the dark fire,
Her eyes,
lounging on a hammock of desire
She follows you home,
into your hands
your lazy heart
pulses whenever it wants to.

She sleeps under the cold tunnels of her mind
waiting for fiery froth to tickle her cheeks
She waits and lingers for the cheeky drips
to tease her pale thirsty lips
Scowling at the cracks of light
Feeding her ache with silken tar
Stripping off her shawl of smoke
to lie in the rough drapings of love