: About Me

Skin Skin so smooth in the stillness, A motionless sea of pale white waters In the purple light of dawn I watch you sleep, my wife, Careful not to ruin the moment. I reach out and touch you softly, Guiding a stray golden hair behind your ear And tracing down Your jaw line To your chin Under... Your neck as if tip of my finger were of ice On the hottest of summer days, Melting from the heat of your flesh, Purple becoming orange, And now the fiery sun high above, watching As my finger travels between your barely heaving breasts Down to your navel To where a pool of cool water has collected f...