We've Rippled Into The Dream

Flesh in the open

Unadulterated by textures
Pleasant or unpleasant
Pristine, natural, naked
Why does bonding
Like this make for
Unity of aesthetic love
Soft satin epidermis

I love it when you nuzzle
The white hair sprouting
From my chest
Wild in the field
Brushed with a gentle
Afternoon breeze
I feel your face slither
I feel

I feel anticipatory hunger
As I feel your nipples
Dragging through the field
Of white hair

I close my eyes
I hear you whisper softly
"I love you"
I feel the breeze of the ethereal