Incineration IV

She whispered his name again and again

The feel of her breath sultry and sweet

Like fire on his neck

making his hair rise

But it was in her sleep

He maybe dreaming with her

They are along in their own world

Alone, together.

She moans and cries, but is that a smile

beginning to curve on her mouth?

Eyes still closed…

With him, alive and true

And tempting like seduction

Bodies like fire

Bodies like wave, crashed.

Sweat like rain dripping.

Breaths steamed, fogged their sight.

Words came in and out.

Minds spinning.

Eyes hungry,

hands caress,

sculpt like it had been there before

Mouths feast on the taste both yearned

In her dream, in his dream

This is true.

Drowned with him, succumbed to him.

He breathed her breath,

His breath became her’s.

Captured.

Enthralled.

Bound to be,

through dreams they spun.

A fate to be,

Tis true, though in dreams

It has been done­­­ --- he and she,

---Entwined. 05/13/09