Dim the lights
let me melt in
passion's night.
Let you spread
webs of silky veils
to blind my eyes.
Take my fingers,
let them trace as
braille the skin of
your body contours.
Smoothe its patina
caress, mould it.
Permeate my senses
guide my travel over
your uncharted map,
voyage virgin terrain:
each inch of you
touched, surveyed
as new routes
are found, explored,
landmarks followed.
Close your eyes
feel the search
of my tender hands
through the darkness
of a night without end.
Expose your
beauteous body
contours, curves
soft swell of breasts,
arched thigh cleavage
cleft half moon peaches
lead me to a fern veiled vale
to secret gorge spread wide,
steer my roused questor up
the mount of Venus’ cleft,
to plunge pulsating adown
slippery labile slopes into
clasps of foaming depths.
Tobias