Yielding to a firm grip of my own hands
these hips are still as I draw them to mine
and from a willing nape a pulse sensed
in a relaxed progression keeping time.
Strands of darkened hues envelope my face
as I close both eyes amidst her fragrance
which I take into myself with every breath
in a trance of such careless decadence.
Into a warmth that I had never known
I seek refuge at a most perfect moment
while embracing seconds in their passing
as this rapture maintains its sheer potence.
Gentle gropes of my curiosity
discover a litheness so unsurpassed
by any belief of beauty in my mind
etched from memories of a private past.
The back of her head lays on my shoulder
as she falls into this exultation
when I abruptly uncover without fail
the bare essentials of fine creation.
Yielding to a firm grip of my own hands
these hips are still as I draw them to mine
and from willing lips a pulse can be sensed
in excited progression keeping time.
