In Throes of Wantonness

She’s breathless without a word,
As my gaze ablaze peers into her core,  
Even more rhapsodic when her melodic erotic whimpering is answering my whispering,
Suffering under the tutelage of my fingering,
Only to hear her dulcet sighs implore for more.
 
She’s unfettered on her own accord,
Legs spread out for me like a little whore,
As my digits slither and slide lithe between her thighs while she delightfully writhes,
Her constant moans are a consonance of groans,
In throes of wantonness ready to explore some more.
 
She licks her lips closing her eyes,
Imagining gossamer and welkin night skies,    
Coming to full and utter repletion draining her of all purpose, logic and reason,
When her scent is redolent on my skin,
Like original sin now that I’ve tasted her paradise.