Royal Rapture

His fingers glide, as a feather-touch down her neck
Gentle caresses bathe her being, shivers softly overtake
Warm breath escapes from her delicate dove-like sighs
She sees him through hazy vision; her saviour, her prince

His lips brush hers, parting them slightly; mistily moistening
Lingering enough to make her crave him but wandering ever further
Down her porcelain skin; translucent milky wonder
Ivory breasts stand in wait, his fingers finding pink puckered pleasure

His smile speaks of arousal; his eyes sparkle with intensity
Bare skinned beauty exciting all senses; all rational thought and clarity
Legs parting enough for entrance of his hands that roam and seek
Wetness greets him, heat rising; sweet sensual scent of her

His body lays in perfect fit to hers, skin against skin; lips seeking
Desire rising; dancing in a frenzied mixture of passion and grace
Tongues twirling, hands grasping, moans rising ever louder
Bodies moving together; rushing rhythmic dance of desire

His eyes meet hers and linger there as if entranced; sensual spell
Together they rise to fevered heights renewed by their radiance
Muffled cries linger; traces of delight dance whispered on their breath
Her prince, his princess; royal rapture in their own erotic world.