hard with frosting

fumbling for you in the petals of night
reaching out towards ectasy
two bodies falling into each other
clinging to every shred of pure joy
feeling nothing but the curve and line of air
a hand overtakes the inky dark
to caress the creamy flesh of an angel's face
transfixed together by beads of moisture
breathing in the scent of dew on the mountainside
deliciously sinful thoughts whirlpool in the mind
tasting the sensation of electric volts
he sends through her
wanting to be the warmth
craving the inside of the body
childlike candy kisses
hungry for a taste of all the flavors
the high, the mountain peak, the grasp for heaven
don't come
don't come
don't come
don't come
now