In the quiet darkness

An Oldie

In the quiet darkness

Darkness and silence envelope his world
A pitch sea wraps him in solitude
Eyes veiled in velvet night darkness
Ears filled with twilight silence

He feels the cool oak floorboards
Beneath his bare feet
Tremulous vibration signals her approach
He stands in meditative stillness

Silky fingers upon his soft cheeks spark his awareness
Moving like a sweet summer breeze
Delicate fingers unbutton shirt
Laying bare smooth innocent chest

She playfully pinches his hardened nipples
Sparks fly through his electrified flesh
She gently scrapes nails down sternum
Hawk circling trembling stomach

Presses insistently into his tender navel
She passes ever southward
On her holy journey
To the source of her delight

Undoes his belt with vigorous intention
Grasps zipper with determined kindness
Pulls teethed maw open like a doorway to paradise
Slips jeans over his taut buttocks

Fruit of the looms give way to her loving desire
Clasps his firm buns in her compassionate palms
She guides him like an angel of mercy
Into her loving embrace

She grasps his rising beanstalk in velvet hand
Leads him to the simmering hot tub of water
He lays immersed in a sultry sea of pleasure
As she rubs body oil into his smoldering flesh

Golden Goddess anoints sacred phallus with holy oils
His pastoral staff rigid with hunger
Her fingertip sensation penetrates his secret recesses
Where desire knows no bounds

With gazelle grace she steps into the baptismal fount
Consecrates his phallus in her sacred valley
Takes him deep into the warm wet center of her being
She feels his rhythm synchronize with her need

Bodies harmonize in sensual mime of yin and yang
Friction of velvet skin
Heat waves spread in kaleidoscopic patterns
Flames merge in soul dance

Slow fire builds as boundaries blur
Feminine love engulfs him in ecstasy
Spirits drawn inexorably into each other
In their sacred rite of passion