Spoken Seduction

I'll let you
Run your tongue
As a quill
Along my bare back
Define me
As you make me come alive
Your lips murmur pleasurable words
As you trail a wave of passion
Your touch sensual to knock me out my senses
For I love the torture
As you mark this body
My contours dealt with caution
I dreamt for so long
To be a part of this intimacy
Seeing you in your shire nakedness
Is my sheer joy
The real you in your most vulnerable emotions
Is Love; a portrait of magnificence.

Kwamboka Masereti - Kenyan Poet