Fire Stained Tender
Sliding behind you
palm of my hands upon your shoulders
my fingers deliberately slipping down
your blouse
where attention begs for the cure
of my caresses
My lips fondle sighs escaping
the breath of kisses leaving the nape
of your neck
To the arch of a throat
answering to love
coming undone.
Jasmine floats in the essence of
after-bubbles
that whisper my name in leg wrapped warmth
beckoning me closer
and closer
Until a murmur is all that seperates
our flesh of love
A sacred religion we call
our beautiful.
The firelight dims
moonlight glimmers through shades of pale
as your silhouette burns me in the curl
of satin sheets and tumbled pillows
Where we throw caution to the stars
and dance to the lay of
Fire Stained Tender.