Silky Thighs

My lover parts her silky thighs,
Yields her heart with smiling eyes,
"Taste me," she purrs through whispering lips,
My palms embrace her trembling hips.

Musical kisses pouring forth,
Caressing softness to create a chorus,
Sweet notes float from my tongue,
Together we sing a song unsung.

She touches my head gently, firm,
Back arching slightly, face upturned,
"There, yes there," she affirms each kiss,
Guiding me to her temple of bliss.

Glancing up, I see her sweet face smile,
Feeling the heat I linger awhile.
Her blossoming bud to my mouth I take,
Swelling to life it comes awake.

A flame erupts from a tiny ember,
Body and soul I feel her tremble.
Breathing, stillness…then a delicious gasp,
Lifting herself toward my grasp.

Starving like a ravenous beast, I
Passionately devouring her fleshy feast,
Intoxicated, our heads swirl and spin,
There is no beginning; there is no end,

A quiet moan, a soaring sigh,
A laugh of joy, a soothing cry.
Silence…then on my neck a tear,
"Hold me," she whispers in my ear.

Enfolded by the dark of night
We embrace until the morning light,
Awakened by the caressing sun,
Intertwined as lovers we are one.

end/Michael