Night
February 16th, 2009 by Karen
Trails of fabric discarded haphazardly
dotting the couch and the floor and the stair
In a race to unveil each other
to tender lips and insistent hands
we leave them where they fall.
A tumble of sheets and pillows
of soft lavender and musk
prying and teasing kisses
ebb and flow, needy and tender
across our skin.
Nibbling gently across my collarbone
his hands slowly kneading, tugging
drawing murmurs from
parted llips, fingers buried
in your hair.
Nails down your back, tracing fading red lines
as your mouth finds firm flesh
soft moans become groans
as your hand slips lower
barely grazing.
I feel your smile grow against my skin
Nimble fingers tease and touch
until finally damp
you slide one gently home
to my fervent moan.
I let my eyes drift closed,
lost in the sensation
as you nibble across my belly
until suddenly your tongue
rasps across the pearl betwixt my thighs.
Shivering in surprise and pleasure
I watch your loving worship
in awe and ecstacy
slowly wanting all of you
more with each firmly gentle nudge.
Sensing my need you rise to fill it
kissing lips softly
even as you sheath yourself in me
hand and glove, sword and scabbard
a sacred, ancient dance.
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