Rising from the rest

Afro Celt Sound Sysytem - Éireann

Her head lie softly on the pillow.
Rising from the rest her
Eyes like the dawn
Opened gently on the vale
Spreading light
Spreading life
Her lips pursed
One held in a subtle tuck
Laden
Burning desire
Held right
Tight
On the crest
Burning eyes beckoned
His approach
Wordless
Silent
Moved
His hand
With the touch electric
Passed through
Her hair
Brushing back

Beautiful crown
So he could trace along
The thin line strong
Of her jaw
She arched
He leaned
The insufferable small
Distance disappeared
To be replaced
By an inferno that consumed all
In its glorious heat
As tongues and lips
Spoke the unspeakable
Each to each
His hands continued to explore
The glorious periphery
That was she
Tender neck trace
Down
He moved close
As she pressed forward
To conform to his hand
The beauty of
Her rising hills
His soft circling press
From the top
To the bottom
Searching for the center rise
That longed for his touch
His tease
His kiss
The trace began
Teasing soft play
As his kisses traveled
Down
To begin circles
Of their own
Her hands traced across his head
As
Her head lie softly on the pillow
Rising from her rest