Serenity

The sun having set behind the indigo night,
She sets her eyes down from the dark sky
To the world of night inside of her,
As velvet blue begins to course through her veins . . .

She pulls the sheets over her,
The soft fabric holding her body down,
Relaxing her nature . . .

The light caress of the fleece across her skin entrances her further,
Moving her body to let the touch explore further.

The blanket's edge slips down her face,
exposing it to the cool air of her most familiar space.
A new touch sets in as the warmth of her cheek meets a comforting breeze.
The magic sensation of these 2 worlds undresses her,
Letting her sex unfold to this world of desire.

She would swear that the hands that hold her are not her own,
That the firm movement between her thighs,
The grasping fingers,
The fluid push and pull of her own doing,
Are more than just the illusion of her own sensations.
Inside her is the form of truth she has chosen this evening.

A rose lies on her bedside table,
A tribute to this world of sweet enchantment
Enveloping her in its soft petals . . .