the scent of him
blossoms like opening
petals in early morning dew

dripping upon curves;
covering me within his scent
as each drop trickles down,
accepting curves declivity
and tender mounds
eliciting soft moans

each curl of fingers
entwines themselves
in ebony tresses
enwrapping limbs
about waist

tasting wetness of my
entirety mincing sweet
breathy whispers against
dampness of skin

leaving me with breathless sighs,
longing in languid beckoning

lips touch upon me
grazing taut nips;
biting lips in hunger,
eyes beg to be taken;
rhythmically in tune
with one another

sighing as thighs
open, quivering
lips draw him
in; to sip from
its dark damp
cavern of his
want

teasing him,
tonguing
mushroomed
throb; as he
suckles

burying nose in
dewed rose
of dark ebony
skin

drinking, tasting
of our nectar in
sync

electrifying *******
moans of pleasure.
erupts in unison
satiated in one
another

love complete
as we sipped
morning's
sweetest dew