She rests, slender and unveiled
Unfurled gently in the soft, satin dawn,
shyly I extend my caress to the fall of her waist,
shiver a gentle surprise. tentative,
the yield of her breasts
simmering a newfound freedom
ravished in the warmth of no resistance.
Do I trust the uncalmed yearning of his moment?
Tracing the hollow of her neck
a flirtive silken coverlet falls
Enamoured by the gold lit softness of her
thighs desiring my satin amorous attentions.
Should I wait?
….. Seek acknowledgment of her desire?
A smile on her lips,
Or is it an invitation?
Should I draw her softly to our unsung desires
of glowing warmth and shared futures
bestirring once dormant passions
screaming for new found expression?
Her eyes caress the moment inviting
the pulsing heat that ploughs her golden field
deeper. A moist ardour ascends
in Passionate pollination
no longer unfurled by
flirtive virgin modesty.
Attended yearnings of her loving nectar seek
the flower exposed to unhindered desire
shivering gingerly to each liquid stroke,
lavished in lustful solemnity
seeking tranquil perfection.
- opus125
