I breathe in song leaving silk dictation
upon his skin, converging each note in
dreams of his reality

denuding him...

absorbing him in whispered aubade's,
savoring him in fingertip forages; aching
for his touch to mould me, caress and
hold me like a paintbrush to canvas;
its bristles a tongue tasting every
curve of me

undulating...

I dance with him slowly; by our song
bodies swaying with a beggars need,
as hips and thighs whisper in wanton
heat leading us to temptation's portal
of lust

hungry...

in savored decadence a delicacy of
truffled sweet creaminess upon
tongue splayed between open thigh,
and still in song skin upon skin;
passion rides leaving us wet
and wanting

devouring...

with hungry mouths sinking beneath
our coveted desires; probing delicious
fantasies, pulsing for him to plunge
shamelessly in out wetness as we
sing our own songs of uttered sighs
and moans

our lover's ballad...sung