Shiny Bright

We are shades of cream and caramel
rolled together in white lilac
threads of scent, dusted with
sunlight and freckles.

You have my lips
I have your tongue,
the taste exchanged
sometime in the night.

Handfuls of moans,
skin laden with tiny gasps,
we oh oh ohed
through seven layers of angel food
till we arrived in cloud-like country
where beams of delight shine
from every follicle.