sue.evans

Opus of Love

 

Their senses strung, finely tuned instrument,

Two lovers entwined, forever

Drowned in the orchestra of their pleasure,

His tongue tasting her pulse, tracing the contours of her body,

Their eyes searching the soul

As their fingers play velvety notes

Allowing the music to unfold,

Your touch teasing her skin,

Building a crescendo of pure delight,

Hearing the rhythm, their bodies moving

As one, a melodious sight,

Her perfume, her baton, intoxicating aroma,

Conducting him to perform his Opus of love.

Their senses, a score of intense pleasure,

A harmonious climax, the music of love played together.