The soft light
Reveals her flushed face,
Her chest that rises and falls
With each quivered breath.
He sits quietly beside her,
Curiously exploring...
A freckle,
A dimple,
A bruise,
A slow, rising heat.
His fingers beckoning,
She whimpers his name.
\"Feel me\" he tells her, his voice low,
Her hips arch against his palm,
His thumb brushes gently,
Applying pressure,
He gazes down at her
With wild eyes,
Drinking in her pleasure
This man who loves her.
Unable to contain himself,
He moves between her,
His senses overwhelmed
At the sight of this beautiful, open flower
Pink and glistening
Aching to be loved.
Slowly, slowly he gives himself
Her mellifluous joy swallowing
His every careful movement,
Time losing all its meaning.
Without warning he feels it,
A sudden tension.
Her lips parting,
Silently begging,
He dives deeper
Meeting no resistance,
Her own wild rain,
Pouring forth against him,
He falls from knifes edge
Into glorious oblivion.