Seized

I smooth your hair
and brush a slow breeze
on the silk-soft plane
from you left eye toward
the contour of your profile,
reminding you to still
the palpations in your jaw.

Yes you are shy, so I gently
coax you into the light of trust
where you grant me painting
the brushstrokes of passion
on the lovely canvas
of your full breasts,
the rose minarets of you nipples,
the topography of your equator
the pulsing scintillations
of the landscape of flowers
at the apex of your quivering thighs.
Your petals now radiate desire
and trepidation.

I move to your lips
you hesitate at the threshold
of intimacy…
wanting to open your heart
and by rote, faltering …
then open your mouth,
and slurp my tongue
like a starved kitten at feeding time.
I slowly withdraw my mouth viper
and rise to smile in your eyes,
as your inhalations heave
your flawless breasts.
I trace the pads of my
index and middle fingers
slowly traversing the valley,
yielding soft undulations
in the path to your melody.

Now I find her.
Your pleasure knot
rises to my touch…
“Is she like your’s”
“Yes, my water dryad, like mine…
but prettier, more subtle
a violin of sensation and desire…”

You moan and
she rises and falls…
responding to my tips,
you involuntary push
your hips into my touch.

I pause, and say, “lover,
give me your hand,” and
you slowly draw your fingers
into mine.  I take your delicate digits
and place them on your petals,
while gazing in your eyes.
“Baby, we will travel together...”
With your eyes you understand,
and show the cadence
of your prancers
on your violet viola.
Once you were hesitant,
but you know now
how much we both
love when you
are pleasured.

As you pluck and bow the notes,
I gently spread your inner thighs
and feel the vapor and moisture
of desire at your threshold.
I stroll my finger
into your now
glycerine canal,
as you gulp
a rapid breath.
“Oh, you are doing your trick!”
“Yes Baby, we are doing it together.”
And I crook a rhythm into
the spongy mirror, harmonizing
the melody you play on her.

You open wider now, and
shove your petals into my palm.
In a rising crescendo,
Panting and thrusting,
We dance our dance.
The pace accelerates
Your fingers blur
And …
You spasm without volition
squeezing my fingers,
clutching my wrist,
and gasping into a
curled ball of love.

You are seized.

I move behind you,
enveloping you in limbs,
kissing your neck gently,
as you nudge your gentle
curves into my inner hip.
I hold you as your pant
moves to gentler waves,
Guiding you into slumber
Held in my arms, cherished.