Picture perfect

The picture in my head
is perfect.
beautifully proportioned-
dusky colored
with silent strokes
after furious sketches.

bodies entwined
arms outstretched
lips on lips
eye to eye.
a silent kiss
a soft whisper
as the fingers trail delicious thrills
down the body- up the spine.

clinging to one another
in an embrace that spells together
they reach
and nuzzle
and kiss
and cuddle.
marveling at the beauty
of one another.

dark skin against light
long hair tangled with curls
in a swirl of pleasure
they yearn.
soft against firm
curves against muscle
joy unending
they give to each other.

[on my bed
 wrapped in the colours of reds and blue
 while the dim light shines on our faces
 and we lose ourselves
 against each other-
 continuously.]

Noone can give
so tenderly but madly
the way you did
each and every time.

truth.