Pale Pink Poem by Shelly Price

The night was wrapped
in a glow from a far away moon,
painted the palest pink as it sliced
into the dark of the evening sky.

It's shimmering light drizzled
champagne waterfalls of liquid
stars falling from his eyes.
I drank in the fluidity of his
body language as he moved closer
to me. Swimming in the ambrosia
of his provocative molasses,
that caressed every curve of my mind.

He was wearing sleek with sexy
on the nakedness of his brown skin.
The hard rock of his body played
electric guitar with my senses,
turning moist into wet between
my thighs.

His lips crushed rose petals
onto my tongue as I licked the taste
of him into my lips.
He teased my desire with his tongue,
opening me artfully, crashing tidal waves
over me, licking the inside out of me,
until the height of my ecstasy
could subside...

The night wrapped itself around us,
while the far away moon shared
in our afterglow,
painted the palest pink as it sliced
into two hearts new in love.