The amethyst sky glows healing

As your body slides close

And your mouth breathes shivers

On my shoulder.

My seeking hands are pressed

Back to sleep-rumpled pillows.

"Be still," whispers against my neck.

I am made breathless by your eyes.

Slow geometry arouses all of me

And the air is saturated

With something more than magic.

Hard and loving fingers scrape soft, flat belly,

Sliding over hips that move in supplication.

Your mouth follows caresses

Across my skin,

Across my soul.

The rush of desire is on your tongue

As you lap up the words I cannot say.

My body presses against your mouth

And fists unconsciously grasp sheets.

Cool air rushes across me.

Your hand grasps my ankle

As I am moved to the very edge.

Whiskers play rough against my inner thighs.

I scream your name

And can no longer stay still.

Desperation fills the room.

"Give me what is mine, baby."

"More, I need more of you."

"Wider."

"Deeper."

"Yesss!"

The drink is won.

My glistening body embraced.

You catch my soft sigh

In your beautiful mouth.