your hands flow across my body
resting as they reach my ribs.
your breath kisses my collarbone
then my neck….
I feel your face form a smile
and I know you are here to worship.
small, wet tattoos are drawn
by the tip of your tongue
as you make your way
down
down
down.
your cheeks brush my breasts
softly,
tenderly,
and my heart moans.
your fingers brush under
each ripe and luscious mound
and my nipples become erect,
the jewelry in each one twisting
and luring you to taste.
your mouth teases
and refuses to take the bait.
the kisses skip
like a dance performed
for an ancient goddess
of love
and longing.
your palm closes over me
and fingers pinch the nipple tightly.
the pain and pleasure is mixed
and my body dances
and becomes wet
in celebration of your worship.
your tongue sweeps across
the bareness of the other breast
and invites the cool air
to reveal my sensitivity
to your touch and the night.
your teeth scrape my nipple
and pull the bar tight.
you suckle me softly
and then with more insistence,
your mouth seeking
the moment of ecstasy
that only worship can provide.
my body moves more insistently
to the music you provide.
your moans are like a standing bass
sounding through my whole body
and drawing me out
to dance for you.
your hands pull my breasts
into a sweet altar
and you take the joint offering
into your mouth,
my body exploding
in this moment
of your perfect worship.
……..
