Ruby Red

Ruby red is the wine she tastes,
A droplet falls onto her breast
He reaches a finger and catches the drop
He draws it to his lips,
Her taste more than the wine does intoxicate him.
He dips his finger to his lips then to hers
Her tongue flicks out circling it and pulling it into her mouth
A promise of the passion not yet met.
He raises her from the seat with his hand
And like a Mage of old she is under his spell
The satin she wears slips to the floor,
Falling in a soft puddle at her feet.
In heels she walks with him to the bedroom
Hips swaying to a beat only they feel.
He stands bare next to her
Hair roughened chest against smooth soft skin
Skin that that peaks to hardened nubs rubbing against him
He trails a finger down her and watches her sigh
He lays her down to worship the beauty before his eyes
Knowing no other will see.
To lay with his Goddess is heaven for him
In the language as old as time she sates the hunger that rides him
The thirst he has for her with the elixir of her body.
Then with a knowing smile she looks to his eyes,
Arms open wide to him she whispers his name and says
Welcome home my Lord, my love, your Lady has missed you