A Feast For My Love

Feel the soft silk of inner thigh
My skin glows gold in the firelight
It beckons your hands
to run your feathered touch
in trembled fever along my flesh
and currents of fire pulse through me
My Spanish lace
is tied at the bodice with satin ribbon
You tease each breast into your mouth
through the fabric
nibbling my hardened nipples
I take your hair in fists
and press you to me
You slowly untie the ribbon
as you watch my eyes
then run kisses up to my neck
soft and wet into my ear
lingering there for an eternity
before your mouth presses sweet wine
then consumes my lips in wild hunger
Yours is the fragrance of woodsmoke
leather and horses
and the tangled wind of mountains and sea
The taste of oranges and honey
is ambrosia in my mouth
and I melt, butter on your tongue
With one smooth motion you remove my dress
lift and place me on a bed of soft linen
run trails along my skin with skilled hands
caress the velvet folds of labia
where my desire flows in rivers of longing
Long slender fingers enter me,
hushed reverence
in the circles of pain and fire
you paint with your thumb on my clitoris
swollen, rising in pleasured waves
You breathe in husky whispers, I shudder
My breasts are ripe fruit tendered in your mouth
You move to feast at my altar
soft lips, fevered tongue in concentrated worship
The room swirls, I fall, you rise
and enter me in slow sacred rhythm,
love words uttered with every thrust
that pierces my soul


Charisma (c)2006