your face in shadow
blurred silhouette hesitates
framed by the doorway
so sheer in moonlight
your blue dress slides slowly
puddles at your feet
the curve of your back
painted silver by moonlight
as you turn away
heat of your body
sliding between cool white sheets
fevered as I touch
whimsy~mimsy 
Jul 28, 2012 @ 02:54:58
Good visions create by powerful description. Good to feel fever in the cold of the night. A amazing poem.
Jul 28, 2012 @ 03:02:29
Thank you!