The Vintage

The Vintage                                                                
                                                  
      My glowing face stares through shower mist
      At image reflected in mirror
      Wet curls hang down against my breasts
      Brown eyelashes curl across my eyes
      I step back gazing at my curves
      The dark forest between my legs
      I am woman
      Beautiful, sensuous
      Capable of love and hate
      Full of tenderness and fire
      Embodiment of men's torrid dreams
      My soft creases the places of pleasure
      Where men's pain is extinguished
      In rushes of wet exhalation
      The ache in my loins grows
      As I gently wipe the droplets from my triangle
      You wait like an angel of mercy in the other room
      My longing for you grows with each beat of my heart
      No man can satisfy the penetrating craving
      My desire to feel softness, and curves
      Completion of my journey into the feminine
      In your strong arms
      I hear the door creak open
      In the mirror I see you emerge from the mists
      Your skin red with excitement
      You press against my back with your suppleness
      You grasp my peaks with silky hands
      My body responds with spontaneous affection
      Turning like a ballet girl
      I pirouette into your embrace
      Our lips meet in the sacrament of a kiss
      My thighs wet once more
      You guide me dipping me onto the mat
      I melt into you
      You permeate my body with caresses
      Filling my crevices with your knowing fingers
      Your lips flow gently down my stomach
      Lapping against my shore
      Meeting my holy place
      In a cascade of burning strokes
      Leaving patterns of flame across my orchid
      Lashing into me with fierce love
      Your hands grip my derriere
      Fingers slip into the crevasse
      Like rain seeping into earth
      The seconds stretch out into eternity
      Decades glide by every minute
      My heart beats like a maddening rock song
      Your lips press against my pulsing grape
      The diadem of my womanhood
      Squeezing the sweet juice out
      My liquor intoxicates you
      My scents carry in the misty air
      Filling me with hunger  
      To fall over the edge
      The whip of your tongue
      Against my fruit
      The final blow
      Sends me beyond infinity
      Into an ocean of bliss