You and I can we feel
The morning mist hand in hand
Can we traverse the silent speak
That we never had

I’ll sprawl my lips on your neck
Bite the hints
Of perfume after taste
Muddled with your skin
See your pores erupt
The trickling down of the mythic mead
From your rivers, deep within

Delve in the night of your groin
All the churning
Wonder where it’s coming from
With my magic fingers trace your breast
Ask them what they are yearning for.

Spinning in the spirals of ecstasy
In the deep mystical realm of transcendence
Feel the fingers slowing sliding slithery in my sensuous curves
Coronating me in the kingdom of pleasure

Senses blur , spinning and spinning in the widening gyre of desire
Reaching the crescendo of bliss
Tasting my  bodyscape and detonating the fuses lurking all over
Phallus stroking, fondling, searching in the depths of my cave for the shrine
Nuzzling and rubbing the fuses again... and again...again... and again rapidly, with urgency, with haste, seeping in and out of the precious mount in a bull's exigency
Exploding  in the zenith of  rapture.
Ahhhhh....