Passion

My hands are velvet, your
Skin is silk beneath my
Fingers. Like ribbons, they
Are delicate and smooth
As they trace lines from
Your face to the place of
Your decadence. Your eyes
Are closed and I can only
Imagine the lust in your
Thoughts. I desire the taste
Of your lips, and to breathe
In the aroma of your need.
I am like honeysuckle, and
Your hunger seems endless
As your hands devour the
Heat of my body. Open my
Senses and awaken the
Aphrodite who sleeps within.