Candle Light Poem by Vella Vixin

He slipped his hand around my face underneath the candle light … ignited a flow of heat..nuzzled my frame into pure enjoyment… peering through his hold of fondness… He stood serene by the sensation that overlapped his heavy intelligence …when thought had passed…blanking out into the now…. the contentment floured above the ceiling… grew with impendence… I fallowed my finger down his chest… linking my hand above the shadows… functioning like a habit… basking in closure… blinding raw fervor… words became trivial… frozen in a lock of exchange between two wits… where the body was accused for dominant retaliation… none were not alarmed.. Nor did it hook to their judgment… Both settled.. never replacing eachother from one another