Every

Every breath, remedied from Her lungs,
is a midsummer night's breeze.
Each gaze shimmering from those luscious ocean eyes,
piercing to my heart, insisting me with tease.
That phoenix golden hair,
flowing with the sun in pale orange skies,
angelic strands of grace mirroring my loving stare.

The tender, gentle grasp of Her lips,
snaring me in smooth icy passion;
through my spine that chill rips,
frozen are our tongues, in hot winter fashion.
And Her skin, soft;
a resemblance to newborn flowers,
or silver linen wings, taking my fingertips aloft.
Ignited; silently; my breath breaks and cowers;
She holds these inticing powers.

Like sterling, a silver snake,
my lips slither gently down her cheek, Her neck,
each whisper I draw feels fake.
Further, now; taking taste Her soft breast,
which, with each kiss I lay, rises and rests,
and beneath, I hear the melody of heartbeat,
In tune with mine; as orchestra do they meet.

Every drop of blood in her veins,
is a crimson melody.
Each kingdom in which her beauty reigns,
is the essence of hope and love.
The kingdom of Heaven,
bound to the form of grace,
the softest of eclipses; her embrace.

***Just something I made up about 1:00 in the morning. About someone I...still love. Nothing spectacular***