Recumbent

                                  Your bronze skin
                                         contrasts beautifully
                                     against the ivory sheets.
                           So relaxed,
                                       your face the picture
                                  of bliss.
                               Soft lips beckon
                                       my touch,
                                   remembering the feel
                                          of their warmth
                                   on my shoulder.
                          Slow motion
                                    catches my eyes
                               as you sir,
                           brown meets blue and nothing else
                                           exists.