Male Incense

If I could be a sweet sensual incense
I would waft through your bed chamber
Watch you first slumbering, innocent and lovely
then curl in delicate delicious tendrils of soft smoke
awakening your lips, lips parting to accept my silken kisses
and other tendrils of caressing incense reaching under
lacy bodice to massage soft mammary flesh capped by
straining nipples hard and wanting my smoky lips upon
each in turn
You stir and whisper my name, softly cooing, mmm Kenneth,
you've quite awakened nerve circuits I'd forgotten.
and when I curl between your thighs, slipped beneath your nighty,
and my wisps of warm smoke fondle the apex of your woman's parts;
then in throaty voice you assure me that is where those too long dormant
circuits end in suffusing, squirming, take-me-now-bliss.