Tonight I seek a tender
touch
your fingers' trace,
your hands' caress
the day has trodden
hard on us
the night can soothe,
the moon can bless
a slow gavotte our
bodies dance
the music in your
rising breast
we choose to linger
longer here
to savour this slow
tenderness
You whisper sensual
epithets
and with your lips you
brush my ear
a pulse of passion
drives within
a sweet intolerable
ricochet
just breath, just words
that grasp my core
that wrench my animal
awake
and soft caresses now
become
the clawings of a
hungry beast
my passion seeks to pin
you firm
to bind you tight, to
fight the flight
to feel your
fingernails' bite
your legs are lithe
beneath my weight
your belly heaving
under mine
the moment comes as
bodies yearn
around our pivot we
unite
The rolling waves, the
howling storm
that calls me from your
deepest soul
that dares the darkest
thrusting sin
my hunger drives me
deep within
again I strive to push
inside
I ride again
again
again
our foreheads meet -
locked animal eyes
our bodies curling into
flesh
the growing glow begins
to flame
and crackle and burn
and sweat and swell
and thrumming on each
other's bones
we reach the pinnacle
of bliss
I feel your driving
muscular grip
as from my heart my
essence slips
you hold my passion
deep within
drawing the sadness of
the day
and wipe my brow and
smile and say
I love you. And the
softness which
began our passion now
returns
as you fall asleep
within my arms
Me reading This Wild Gavotte
