White Pearls and Him
Wearing only white pearls and him
I snuggle against his velvet chest,
Wet and heaving from the evening's exertion.
He whispers his love into my tangled tresses
And I return my own into the salty recesses of his neck.
Our cravings sated, our bodies reposed,
We seize the drunken slumber granted to lovers--
And welcomed by weary mourners,
Wails silenced and tears spent.
Somnolent visions compete to enthrall us,
But dreams cannot rival what has now become ours:
A gift to exceed a king's lavish holdings
And shame a poet's finest musings--
When I am wearing only white pearls and him.
Tina Rae CollinsReturn to Poetry