by Hope ©
Across the threshold
Enticing me to roam
Clasping of my hand
Into pleasure's dome
Twirling
me around
A pleasuring delight
Above canopied bed
Shone the moonlight
On buttons
we fumble
Opening one by one
Aside curtains of lace
Red silk I'm laid upon
Hushed by
sweet lips
A tongue roaming free
Fingers glide in grace
Each place is ecstacy
Held each
other high
Each kiss we capture
Danced tingles climax
Orgasm flowed rapture