The magic of love
Her hands
Gentle, soft,
Bring comfort.
Her hands
Precise, strong,
Bring justice.
Her hands
Adept, firm,
Bring pleasure.
In the forest
She labours under
Amethyst moonlight.
Head bowed, eyes closed,
Skin peppered with
Shadows and light,
Her hands weave
Raw magic and
My oldest dreams.
Her glistening form
Painted with light,
Beckons to me.
She smiles, eyes flash.
This woman of
Air and lightning
Drawing me near.
Her divine beauty,
Enthralls me.
Without fear,
Leaning closer,
We touch.
And her hands
Tenderly fill
My world with colour.