She glides on bare feet across the room
Material flowing from her willow body
She removes the pins from her hair,
Long, curly and coppery
Their eyes meet, lock together
For they are one and know the soul of each
Her body longs for the feel of his stroke
She waits. He commands.
He discards her finery
Her naked flesh glows as the candle light dances upon her
His hands secure hers, lifting them up
His fingers trace patterns down her sides, hardening her treats
His mouth suckles. Her desire grows.
His manner becomes severe, her moans intensify
He grasps her wetness pulling her into him
Her legs spread wide for his invasion,
his fingers deep inside
Pulling her hair,
her breasts thrust upward,
her firm nipples inviting
His sex hard with lust he enters her
Their bodies erupt in fire
