The Witching Hour

Trickles of ice
Goosebumps that follow
Touches that burn
Breathing so hollow
A turn of a wrist
A touch of a sleeve
Passion enflamed
No known reprieve
Mouths locking quicky
Moans lost in a kiss
Ecstacy so near
Body's total bliss
Touching braver now
Naked skin exposed
Wrists bound away
Tied gently with her hose
The mouth seeks to explore
As it touches every place
Her eyes locked with his
Desire in his face
Her mouth enclosing over
Taking him inside
He groans so deeply
On passion's waves he rides
She drinks of his body
His sweet lust out of control
The seed of his passion
Nourishment to her soul
She on her knees before him
But he's submitted to her power
As she seduces him so gently
Through this..the witching hour