Thirst

I watch
as you remove
the layers the day's
time and toil
until
you are dressed
only in the painted softness
of midnight's light

Shadows
hide
and yet reveal
the beauty of your womanhood
as the nothingness of the night's warmth
clings to each droplet
of sweat that trails
from the nape of your neck
down the gentle curve your spine
to the sacral dimples
of your lower back

My soul
shivers nervously
from the anticipation
of touching your perfect femininity
as the rise
and fall
of your breaths
against the moon's intransient light
beckons my kisses sojourn
to discover
the butterflies dancing underneath your navel
as you slowly
offer my thirst
the secrets
your garden's elixir

Wow, you write with class and this is one of your finest.