Desire

Shower of petals bathing her silkened-white skin under a dimmed-candle-lit room,
a room filled with her perfume, her essence...
a room, a witness, a place for emotions in bloom.
Her red curly hair caressing her face,
and her peaceful eyes... glancing playfuly...
Her whole constitution showing off her grace,
passion bursts not caring if the world might end.
Dancing candle light throwing its light uopon her,
shadows and light only showing her magnificence,
and her giggling providing a never ending music,
which would tempt anyone, even angels to sin,
or so much better... to love her in all certainty and eternity.
White body lying on a soft bed,
lying body, semi-naked full of grace,
her eyes again playing gracefuly, casting an eye on him in front,
sexuality and desire filling the room, sweat running smoothly...
lips turning up in a smile,
while he brushes his canvas in delicate fashion,
portraying her, an angel from heaven perhaps? not flying high...
His plain forehead, bathed in sweat,
trying hard to accomplish this endeavour,
for such beauty may have no match,
but maybe some brushing, dancing here and there
might reach what she wants him to have.
Candle light and letargic music that does not seem to fade,
and he realises he has got all her love,
and that she has got all his love,
and there is no room for despair in this scenary of desire,
in this scenary of passion in fire

RQ
Moscow
02.02.10