by Hope ©
Became our escape
Romantic the nights
Up high in your loft
Shared erotic delights
Pleasure
for feasting
In sweet wine sips
Stroking of contours
Foreplaying of lips
Hands gliding
down
Awaiting lips linger
Arousing to touches
Inviting each finger
No words
spoken
Lips read foreplay
Bodies are of one
Gyrations we sway
Hands beneath
me
Movements devine
Bathe in afterglow
In raptures entwine