моя любовь

I love to lie
in bed with you,
outside time, outside space.
Your skull pressed hard,
against my jaw,
so hard that I can taste,
and smell, only your hair.
Your leg sprawled across the waste,
you laid me to.
I deeply breath the air,
infused with your fragrance,
till lust intoxicates me.
I want to feel the whole surface,
of your body.
To surround your borders,
slowly crush your sovereign territories,
and mercilessly claim them as my own.
My rough fingers gently trace,
lines across your supple skin.
Mapping terrain,
Probing beneath the blanket of obfuscation,
covering your rolling hills and fertile meadow.
Trying to find a way within,
your heart and mind.
To find, the perfect resting place,
where I can measure the pace,
of your blood pumping,
softly stroke your smiling face,
gaze upon your lips.
Wilfully trapped by the weight,
of strategically placed limbs,
sleepily we suffocate.
Drifting into dream states,
our spirits soar and fly,
we rest willingly confined,
clasped closely and comfortable,
almost perfectly aligned.