Rippled Roiling Sighs

Howling winds and friezes of frozen thumbs
     looking and yet Not seeing
Eyes smoldering, Breath quickening  
the soft rasp of the tongue against smoothness
     Stones taken and licked?
Hearts devoured and skeins of Minds rooted in
     Wallowing in mud baths of overwhelming desire
Slips of trailing sticky stringy oozes
Covered the flesh shown
twined , trailed , tangled, tumbled, twisted,  < That always> , Teased , Tasted, Taken, torn, tormented
     desires and more
Offered and needed,
                              subsumed and accepted
     what more does He want,
what more can He wish,
what more can He wring?
     Lain out in splendour ,
Heaving breath, palpitating organs
     He can see all inside and out  
Taste her essence and sip at her soul
Bares His own does He ?
     The mingling starts and slowly the colours fix
first one then the Other
     surges and rushes
flappings and beaten wings,
limbs and then all was Quiet
     Looked upon that mingled mass and
it was all that They had ever wanted
Sweet iris' wafted by as the night queen opened her petals to
 Them and flooded Their senses with Her Magic