Fixation (Part 2)

The smooth, soft, silky arch touches his soul,
Solely to dawn on him with poise and grace,  
As if it heals him, so wholeheartedly,  
That in her heel he feels right into place.  
When she’s exposed, like a feathered rose,  
It stirs in him such an inclination,  
That he seeks to soothe all of this aching,  
And to ease his need for adoration.  
In the velvet like curve that touches a nerve,  
His will is subduing to her soothing grooves,  
Fixated from calf and then down below,  
Capturing each of the ways that she moves.  
And it’s like a sweet momentous treat,  
A comforting caress consoles the soul,  
Oh, thus what it is to compose a prose,  
Awakened desires are hard to control.  
He worships her with lips and fingertips,  
Humming a harmony that makes her squirm,  
Unspoken kiss like rekindling bliss,  
Lust dainties that feel so fragile and firm.  
A scene of sheer ecstasy with every stroke,
Like mirrors and smoke that numb the senses,  
Deviant nature defiant of touch,  
A rapture that breaks all her defenses.  
A massage sends a message like a mirage,  
Emanating from the imagination,  
What a beautiful sight, when they take flight,  
That heads for a fetishist fixation.