Liquid Entrapment

Sweet lady -- luscious nymph of rose scented bath water --
you have enchanted my heart and desire once more.
The room is thick with steam, shrouding your beauty with
a veil of hot, white mist. Small red candles lit
cast tender shadows that weave and unravel with
the subtle golden light over your soft, ivory skin.
A lonely rose captures my fleeting attention, as I
momentarily note how it reflects the dark crimson of your hair,
whose tips move sinuously with the gently lapping water.
Thin wisps of tiny, dwindling bubbles streak white through
the crystal clear water -- you have been waiting for me a long while,
and my heart and body wrenches painfully with guilt and hunger.

Sweet lady -- luscious nymph of rose scented bath water --
had you been feeling wickedly mischievous this afternoon,
when you arranged this scene of romantic delight?
Your luminous, gray cat eyes follow the shade of my form
as it cleaves through the dense haze that lingers in the air,
dampening my clothing until it clings to me like a second skin.
O, woman, you are not clad in water alone! Wearing a sinful
swath of lacy black that rides high upon each graceful hip
before sinking wondrously between the vee of your thighs,
the devil could not even tempt my eyes from you now. As I sink
to my knees beside our claw-footed tub, you rise from the water
to greet me with a warm, welcoming kiss.

Sweet lady -- luscious nymph of rose scented bath water --
your mouth is as delicious to taste as your body is to behold;
brave and commanding, skilled and intoxicating,
I fall completely under your spell. Your damp hands slide
through the strands of my hair, pulling me closer to you
as you deepen our kiss. I finally touch you, the fragrant bath oils
making your skin slippery beneath my fingers. When you lean,
once again, back against the support of the porcelain cup, I follow eagerly,
unnecessarily urged on with a terse tug on my blue silk tie.
My hands begin moving over your body, seeking to pleasure you
with my touch as you have given to me with the mere sight of you
languishing in this liquid, sensual entrapment, awaiting your prey.

Sweet lady -- luscious nymph of rose scented bath water --
melodious gasps fill the silence and low moans echo in the small room
as I stroke your passions into a fiery rage. Seeking hands discover
shivers of sensation, searching lips pay homage to pink tipped peaks,
and when my fingers glide beneath sinful black and lovingly slide
between the lips of your throbbing need, your cry of rapture
pierces straight through my soul. Relentless, I caress and suckle
our fulfillment through your body. The rough stubble
of my evening beard chafes your vulnerable skin as I feed upon
the bounty of your breasts. Then, unable to contain myself any longer,
I shed myself of the clothing that had restricted my pulsating desire
and I enter the heavenly embrace of your thighs.

Sweet lady -- luscious nymph of rose scented bath water --
your warm skin sooths as the velvet feel of pearl;
the water a satin blanket enveloping us.
I can feel the chill of the porcelain at my knees, as I
succumb to your power -- I can feel your silky fire encasing me,
as I join with you. We move together like a dance:
my languorous thrusts meeting your shamelessly eager thrusts;
our mouths fusing; tongues slipping and gliding, tasting;
hands touching every inch, seeking new and greater pleasures.
I watch your cat eyes close, your sumptuous mouth part seductively,
your hips rise to mine expectantly, your back arcs beautifully --
a vision of mindless desire and wild cravings; desperation and sensuality.

Sweet lady -- luscious nymph of rose scented bath water --
as our needs reach the pinnacle of divine ecstasy,
our mingled cries creates a symphony of love and passion
that reverberates through our lover’s bower.
I tremble in your arms, when my body surrenders
to the barrage of glorious sensations spilling from me, into you.
Your own quivers of repletion strips away my sanity, and
together, we drift into a sea of blissful contentment.
When we wake, I gather you in my arms to spirit you to our bed
-- from the chilled waters with the fading rose scent --
and I warm you with saccharine words and the heat of my body
as I enchant you with a loving seduction of my own.