The sun shines its arrogant rays of laughter
and it raises its drawbridges of yellow smiles
as it dances across the canopy of blue fields
lingering in its path for another glimpse of you
It exits, stage right, upon your blinding arrival
upsetting the balance of fine reds in the wake
caught within the bright silk of your flowing hair
captured by the ruby chariots of your full lips
I, too, linger for the scent of your perfume
and in the vision of me while embracing you
suspended in the passion of a maraschino kiss
that would project me into the core of your soul
I, too, would make myself slave to your caress
under the fragile weight of soft dainty palms
within the magic of your slender fingertips
to know firsthand the power of your wondrous love
The moon rises in your heart as stars fill your gaze
reflecting the painful jealousy of the ancient sun
while I gingerly caress your body with mine
shifting the shadows while chasing that light
There, in the waning day where we come alive
shedding away all of our earthly garments
with the soft massaging of our eager tongues
traversing the gentle contours of our love
We cover ourselves only with a maraschino kiss
the sweet cherry wine of our mutual desires
exploring the furrows and outcroppings of lust
scaling the mounds and monoliths of our wants
orbiting each other in reciprocal pleasure
eclipsing all the reckless demons of our past
I am reborn while I am deep within you
recording the angled slopes of your shoulders
feeling your warm electric breath in my ear
while pressing lovingly your cheek with mine
my face cradled in the softness of your neck
I feel the elation of your full firm breasts
pressing anxiously and furious into my chest
with your hungry hips meeting with mine
and your long legs snaking across my own
The incense of our passion dances in our lungs
while the scent of candles waltzes in the air
and the only growing flames are in your eyes
as you lovingly look into mine with desire
Our bare bodies surge feverishly into each other
within the endless ecstasy of satin sheets
and waves of climax crash onto our shores
to end as it had begun with a maraschino kiss

© 2003 Amor Sabor

*Dedicated to LaBelle Rouge for her support of my work.