Sand

the white powdered sand beneath her, beneath me...
do you remember it well, my wounded? you minx.

the warm soft bed we made that night, around us...
did you savour it as i did, my beauty? you angel.

the dizzying intoxication of her purity, in me...
can i have it again some day, on my lips? you dream.

the ever rising level of rythmic movement, with her...
shall we ever let it be forgotten, my passion? you vision

the raw molten heat of our oneness, in her...
does the memory bring you some back, my fire? you warmth

the slowly nearing explosive end, was everywhere...
oh, do recall with me those rolling moments, my one? your two?

the subsiding tingling recouperation, drawn out...
the wonderment at the power of words, my friendship heart? you woman.

(ps: do you remember? *prrrrrowl* "you amaze me")

well... sand... sea shell dust it is....

thanks