Caught in The Rapture of Love
Like a child plucking red petals from a rose,
Until you lie deliciously naked before me,
On black satin sheets bathed in a sea of silver light.
I sip from my crystal chalice of French merlot,
And let the wine drip from my mouth unto your ivory towers,
Giving birth to a stream of vermilion, meandering
Down the valley between your succulent mounds of flesh.
I feel the warmth of your soft breast cuddled in my hand,
As my wet tongue suckles the hardness of your nipple,
And the gentle moans of pleasure escaping from your lips,
Arouse a yearning, deep within my aching loins.
My tongue glides across the smoothness of your glistening body,
Like a nomad searching the burning desert for an oasis,
Until I stumble across the river of intoxicating sweetness
That guides my burning kisses to the pool in your navel.
“Please don’t stop”, you whisper, as I feel the passion
Of your teeth sink into the muscles in my shoulder,
And your long, muscular legs sensuously curl around me,
Like a snake wrapping its coils around its helpless victim.
I have arrived, my beloved, to your Garden of Eden,
Where I will bathe myself in the water of your oasis,
Where I will drink to satisfy my insatiable thirst,
Until I am deliriously drunk, from the nectar of your flower of passion.
I hear the quickening of your sensual breaths emerge from the night’s abyss.
I feel the rhythm of your gyrating hips against the wetness of my hands.
I drink in your sweetness until your trembling body explodes violently
Like an erupting volcano spewing white-hot lava that consumes me.
You have freed me, my beloved, seducer of my heart and soul.
My spirit soars to the heavens where the angel’s rejoice,
Until you pull me back to earth and my heart beats once again,
In the harbor and safety of your soft embrace.
