A Whisper from the Din part 2

...I shall slip into your good night;
my hands reading the language of you,
studying the rises and falls of your hills and valleys.
I will adore your every nuance -
from the pearls of your areolas
to the jewel of your sex.
Your every breath shall be as a commandment
I obey until the heavens crack with delight.

Reach deep and punch your pleasure upon the keys --
paint yourself with words,
slip me your visage,
draw me an unscratched itch...
and this shall be my mission as I slip into your good night,
like a whisper from the din.

copy-write 12/23/05