She is dressed in

her most precious jewellery

Her naked thoughts

~

Hips pressed together tight

beneath music and moonlight

she whimpers

as I lean in

and whisper

what my cascading fingers

seek tonight

Inhalations whisper of longing

My breath stokes

tracing her sighs

My fingers pirouette

slow and rhythmic

composing tones on her curves

Dipped in music

an exalted symphony of moans

a dripping fluidity of ecstasy

Forever lost

In our compositions of worship

My sexual arousal

leans against her

conscious intimate need

Underscoring her sexuality

Mesmerised by

her syrupy curves

of hungry need