The Edge of Darkness

Skin like your grandmother’s wedding china—
translucent, creamy white with delicate, intricate blue patterns. 

Lashes so dark, so long, you’d swear they were painted on. 

Eyes as green and mesmerizing as sea glass
drawing you into their depths. 

Hair spilling in tousled, tawny waves around beautiful bare shoulders
imploring you to run your fingers through it. 

Arms, supple and shapely, cradling flawless, fascinating breasts
almost as if to hide them from you. 

Stomach, delectable with its gentle swell
giving way to even more delightful thighs
surrounding delicious curls desperate for your attention. 

Hips, captivating your consciousness and seducing your psyche
with undeniable conviction. 

Legs, spread yet shy beneath your lingering admiration
encouraging your devotion. 

Feet, exquisite and high-arched, welcoming your gentle exploration
and hallowed adulation. 

Toes with nails painted blue, like the 
cloudless midday Southern Tiwa sky
reminding you of the warmth now gone 
from matching blue lips
cold and dry, parted and stiff.