He called me his rose...
And I wafted toward his senses
Intoxicating, heady;
Each breath taken deep...
Filling him more with my softly scented perfume
Musky and subdued,
Like silk petals scattered upon
A satin covered bed
Deep dew drenched blooms
Glistening...


He knelt before my hallowed pink altar
Lost in quiver-moan, my hips responded;
Fingers entwined in my hair
Lips pressed gently
Where the heart of my flower
Rests with its nectar cup
Between heaven and bliss;
He tasted my rose petals,
The velvet of his touch...
Mesmerised my mind as
He whispered me to quivered devastation...
Taking my body with whimpered pleasures


The touch of his fingers....
So breathtakingly slow
I watched his mouth devour me
And my hips slithered into rhythm
Against his eager mouth
Escaped moans of ecstasy...
Ravaged me relentless
Slow dancing midnight
Lost in the music of time's shadow....


Whisper-glances reflected
Yesterday's unborn dreams
A lullaby tear-song swayed
In an exhale of heartbeats
My fragile tears,
Awakened in smiles of his touch....
the hush of tenders surrounding us
The sway and ebb upon the waters that
Lay gently at my portal
Filling, endless, this ache lain between my thighs,
My heart-skin, memorizing the tender hardness,
Wanting the ecstasy-glaze again......and again.....