Claiming Beauty

You lie before me
on the table
like a sacrifice

As I warm the oil
I gaze downward
studying each and every
square inch of you

Then you breath in
sigh a little girl sigh
signaling it's time

And so I begin
the slow drip by drip
of warm lavender bliss

Once you are properly
anointed, painted
my hands dare to touch

Your flawless skin
now perfectly slick
feels like my canvas

At first your massage
only hints of passion
but then it becomes
much bolder

Fingers approach
then circle your breasts
as they beckon
me to relish

Finally I commit
the initial teasing brush
triggering a soft moan

Gentle caresses resume
then are replaced
by more full and deep
kneading and needing

With your eyes closed
you are a vision
lips parted like an
invitation

So I wander south
to trickle more oil
and glisten your folds

Then my first finger
slides along dewy petals
before pressing within

From years of practice
I know your body
play my instrument

Waves of pleasure
rise and crash
upon your silken shore

Till at long last
the storm crescendos
and your undulations
subside and

you are spent