as i kneel

As I kneel
As I kneel before your waiting thighs
I wait for a sign.
Something to show that you are ready
to be explored
internally and entirely.

I pick up the first signs
as the warm air drifts in through the open shutter behind you.
With the moonlight silhouetting your graceful form
I pick up the first scents of arousal.
Your frame seems to quiver as I eye the silver outlined shadow of your tempting petals.
At first it is just a feeling,
a hint of moisture,
but then I realize
it is much more than a hint.
I see an actual droplet of passion
beginning it's slow tempting inviting descent
down your inner thigh.
An invitation
so true and clear that my lips part,
my hands engulf your flushed cheeks
as I began my trance-like approach
to your heavenly shadows of passion.
As you open slowly like time lapsed film,
I surrender to your needs,
touching, tasting, tempting, and tantalizing you with my tongue.
The velvety texture within arousing my inner passion,
seemingly as much as your guttural moans indicate your own to be.
Entranced with your passion i hold tight
as I feel the tension building from within.
I feel the first subtle tremors
followed by more pronounced trembles
which culminate in waves and waves of exploding colors
swirling past spheres and orbs on our way to blissful collapse
where I alas may hold you tight as one.