Moonlight streaming through the curtains
tangling with lace slowly
spreading shadowy patterns across my skin
Evening. Mellifluous. Yours.
Wandering syllables rolling off my tongue
like the notes of a hymn as I reach to slowly
to pull Your body into me.
Sensuous, Smooth, Frisson.
Passion spilling on the sheets, a tangle of limbs
and kisses, unbroken gazes and deliberate
movements, unhurried trailing fingertips.
Prelude, Symphony, Crescendo.
Increased tempo, carnal desires, words
spilling in litany until the only thing I
can form in breathless voice is Your name.
Devotion. Worship. Absolution.
Yours. Yours. Yours.