His Lips On Her Silk

Willingly now,
Her left wrist opens upward,
Exposing silk skin,
His eyes yearn to see.

Gentleness and safety,
Her soul offered to him,
His fingers now grasping,
Her heart in his life.

He draws her hand towards him,
So close she can feel it,
She hears his deep breathing,
His intention, she tastes.

Such delicate velvet,
Such lushness, this wrist-spot,
So sensitive, alive,
Arousing her muse.

His lips inching closer,
He inhales so deeply,
Her fragrance, her essence,
His mind breathing in.

First warmth on her wrist-spot,
She absorbs from his exhale,
Then intimate brilliance,
Coarse stubble his beard.

Flashes of color,
Her soul now upwelling,
His lips on her flesh,
Connecting with her.

And just in that instant,
She’s joined with his spirit,
Love for her spoken,
With his lips on her silk.

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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