Venus Orchestra

My fingers dance across her skin,
kissing her shoulders with their velvet touch.
Slowly slipping down her arms,
until my fingers twine with hers.
A lingering look, her eyes are like jade,
like round little Buddhas adorning my window.
So bright, and deep, I can see the world.
And those lips .. God, those lips.
Pillows where I could rest my cheek forever.
Every kiss is a fresh breath of air,
and leaves me trembling.

Sweet Venus - those curls beckon me near,
urging me to stroke her satin skin ..
Just once, I tell myself, just one sweet kiss.
But once is never enough.
My tongue aches free, teasing over my lips,
hoping for some lingering remain of her salt.
Nothing can compare to the reality.

My fingers move of their own accord,
stroking across her breast like a master musician ..
a sweet sigh, and a smile.
No music is so glorious as hers.
Playing through her soul,
my nails across the strain of rose
that rebels against it's lacy confines.
Pearly teeth seeking forth to taste,
as I stroke the length of this new instrument.
Down into those sinful curls,
I seek a new note.

Arching bow like, I've made my mark,
as I explore her warmth.
My fingers bend and flex and twirl
like ballerinas, inside of her.
My lips twitch into bliss,
as they near with innocent kisses,
before joining the battlefield.
Like two ravenous soldiers,
they grasp at the blooming bud,
with gasps and sighs.
Writhing snake-like under my attentions,
her fingers seek the silk of my hair.

Throbbing like another heart, my fingers pulse,
tongue lavishing the diamond gleam,
as her heavy breath finds freedom in one final scream.
Her body tense, relaxed, and still.
My worship complete, I slip upon her like a nightgown,
resting inside her curves,
we share the sleeping kiss as we fall into the night.