She is dressed in
her most precious jewellery
Her naked thoughts
~
Hips pressed together tight
beneath music and moonlight
she whimpers
as I lean in
and whisper
what my cascading fingers
seek tonight
Inhalations whisper of longing
My breath stokes
tracing her sighs
My fingers pirouette
slow and rhythmic
composing tones on her curves
Dipped in music
an exalted symphony of moans
a dripping fluidity of ecstasy
Forever lost
In our compositions of worship
My sexual arousal
leans against her
conscious intimate need
Underscoring her sexuality
Mesmerised by
her syrupy curves
of hungry need
