Sexual Thirsts

your hips gyrating slowly, a winding maiden spins her silk, and spins it well,
breasts to cupids flute, I flick each note with my tongue,
lonely lips encircle exposed skin, tastes of the night

my tongues reach is limited, the stem is but short enough to work,
but work gradually finishes, breathing whispers unspoken words,
handfulls of bedsheets explain, and drooping of eyelids,
a drunken glossiness glorifies, tongue proves itself worthy

a thirsty hum amidst the nights mirror, reflecting pleasure throughout,
a shudder of your spine, a gasp of release, if only an artist were to view,
a picture painted canvas greater than any before it

you sting me and pierce my eyes like a dagger,
I pierce back only to hear surrendered moans, manifesting ideas,
exploration of body's jungle, your river like limbs,
grasping with moistness, not wanting to let go,
release of hands occurs without your consent,
involuntary contractions awaken droopy eyes

breasts sway as your body fumbles to understand the pleasure,
a neck kissed upon dotes a purple mark, passions sucking brought forth blood,
nipples as notes swell as I played them, a love song,
a play acted out with imperfection, but angels applaud

laying in moist serenity, holding arms like no other before,
love is shared with breath, heat is everything,
moon beams from outside light up your chest,
breasts beating up and down with your rhythmic breathing

legs dance atop blankets, I glide damp hands along inner thighs,
apparently re-igniting a passion within ones maidens heart,
eyes with a look of sex, kissing deeply,
enter caves unknown slow and deep, a light is not needed,
endless nights howl on, and I continue to sweat

hands race upon bare backs, my fingers linger on naked thighs,
a soaked blanket, we wind like vines atop for heat is too great,
another sensual round of womanly digging,
churning up diamonds in her eyes