Fall From Grace

Beauty moves and breathes it's you
I'm certain you're a sin,
curving round designed confound
the contour of your skin.
Taste you on my lips I glide
confide the slightest notion,
your scent a spell to slow exhale
my heart throbs too in motion.
Sat to grind your thoughts can't hide
the pulse to rock the race,
your beauty moves I breathe it's you
once more a final taste.
Exhaustion found I drink your sweat
the thirst of skin on skin,
Beauty moves I breathe it's you
I'm certain you're a sin.

Haunting

Perhaps it was the manner
of which you slid upon my senses,
something silky smooth did soothe
my former apprehenses.
Dark and velvet angel
grinding hard upon my being,
visions done by circumstance
your face is all I'm seeing.
Certain that it's soon to pass
for night must break to day,
and morning comes to kill my dreams
and chase your love away.
Oh but for those fevered sheets
the place of your distraction,
I calmly wait and contemplate
your coming satisfaction.
You're my nightly waterfall
engulfing as it rinses,
silky smooth in dreams she moves
and slides upon my senses.