The Room

‘THE ROOM’ is darkly lit by your smell

Intensifying to breaking point

We undress. Slowly and deliberately

Eyes locked, bodies on heat

The air fills with music, natural music

And we move closer. That first touch

Skin on skin. Exploring. Time has no meaning

Your body becomes my work of art

As I mould every line, over and over

Making my way. Eventually across your neck

Down over perfect breasts

Smoothing through navel and hips

Yet jumping…down towards silky legs

Squeezing the calf muscle, I can tell

Your body squirms for release. Yet I hold back

Listening to your panting. I kiss your feet

Slightly tickling your soul. You laugh. I smile

Now I move to the centre. Parting

My tongue dances. And tastes

My fingers swim. And drown

You buckle. I speed up. And we are lost

Beyond love. Beyond pleasure. Beyond hope

I watch. And I drink

You bite. And you empty

And I pause, hearts pound

As I turn you over onto your front

Running my finger across curved spine

Jumping, again, to kiss the back of your legs

While scratching your glistening back

I stop. And ask your permission

You give it and I move to the centre. Parting

This time slowly and gentle

The taste is different. The reaction though…the same

The feeling intensifies. You arch. I cry

Ands the moment is ours. Forever

The night is alive. The room free

And we share…everything

From the inside out.

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