Come to Paradise with Me

Walking on the beach
hand in hand, he takes
her to a secret place.

They undress in silence
each knowing that the most
sacred rituals should be
performed naked.

All their senses and thoughts
were attuned to each other.

He watched her flaunt her
beauty before him. His
eyes told her just how
lovely he found her.

She felt her skin tighten, her
blood tingle with excitement
her body stir with arousal and
her heart over-flow with passion.

Being here together was perfectly
sublime...Sublimely perfect.

As they played and kissed, they felt
the world recede, leaving them alone
in their intimate paradise.

Their play was both intemperate
and incautious, plumbing the depths
of joy and freedom until at last she
threw herself with quivering abandon
into his arms. As he enfolded her
in his arms she felt such a heady
bond of trust and lust.

She closed her eyes and knew it
would be impossible to feel happier
than she did at this moment.

She could not imagine not knowing
him, not watching the lithe way he
moved, not hearing his voice
murmur her name.

Without him she had been
lost; with him she felt complete.

They needed no words, yet
the longing to touch was like
a hunger in the blood.

She began to whisper his
name with heart-scalding
hunger. . . He set his mouth
against her throat so that
she would not stop saying
his name.

He ran his fingertips along
the valley between her breasts,
down to her navel, then dipped
them between her legs to
touch her center.

He lifted his fingertips to
her mouth, "taste," he insisted..

She licked, tasting herself, then
watched with slumberous
eyes as he sucked her honeyed
essence from his fingertips..