You are such sweetness in my mouth. <br />And a touching tenderness at my fingertips, <br />with an enchantment of scent that makes my senses real, <br />and reel with their heady intoxication of; just you. <br />My eyes are filled with the deepness of your soul <br />and blinded with its bright intensity. <br />My hearing hears your gentle breathing breath, <br />which speaks so eloquently in its expectant quickening <br />at my approach; just me. <br /> <br />Your hair cascades across the snow <br />of silken skin with forms like gentle drifts <br />fashioned by a forming mistral kiss. <br />And your eyes, your eyes, that window <br />into utter bliss, that seemingly consumes <br />my very being, into your deep; your deep abyss. <br />Your lips which speak a thousand promises, <br />at each slight and gentle moistening with your tongue. <br />Hands that caress and care, massaging my sullen soul <br />to relieve it of each and every fear and stress. <br /> <br />That is all I have to say except to state <br />that I am blessed and graced, <br />if grace be known to be most rare; not commonplace, <br />with an enchantment in the form of; just you. <br />An ethereal moonlit goddess of my dreams.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moon-lit-goddess/
