Sensuous

She had the softest character, a love heart in the spring.
Her hair fell in waves like a beautiful sensual mare.
When she laughed her head lightly tilted back and her shoulders raised with care.
She turned to him for soft sweet words of kindnesses pouring from within.
One day he took her within a waterfall of love and light.
And he held her like a flower floating until they could finally swim.
A lagoon of passion enveloped them as clouds of the eyes of God surrounded their trembling bodies, holding their love within.
And their love elevated into their highest fantasies where rainbow dreams and florescent lines created imaginings.
Mist allurred them, reflecting all they could as they shared in heavens gaze,
Fulfilled like only kings could.
They dressed again and his arm around her they decided to go where they would,
Feeding each other berries that glowed in purple hue, and suddenly
Turning oft with taste of sensual happiness dancing their veins through.
On her last night of life,
He watched her so quietly and laze
As her beautiful soft fingers grew stiller,
Within to faze.