My fingers traced
where pearls graced
along the lines and shadowed curves
Her ribcage ravaged with desire
her inkwell full of vintage words
as my gravelly voice
undressed her soul
spilling to the floor
like her lingerie
My tongue,
like the night dipped in onyx
celebrates and liberates
her pure need
tonight
She feels it all
Even the something
in the walls
staring at us,
even through us
People feeding
their souls
on the love that we share
She laying beneath me
feeling eyes
searing her skin
as my hands and lips
singe and titillate
baptizing her
with final thrusts
of ecstasy
while secret voyeurs
watch
