The Whispered Touch Of Blind Love

He is the hushed soft melody of my heart
Silhouettes moving to the cadence of such a soulful tune
The symphony of our minds in sync
Heart strokes gently plucked
Feeling the tenderness of his strings, pounding at the percussion of my inner Chi

Killing me softly with his desired songs
Reviving me with each touch, weakening from the taste of his harmonic passion
My unheard music lays bare for him to play, echoing my sentiments as my body sings out
Gentle hands turning the sheet music of my temple, virginal with each new page of my essence he glances upon
His eyes never wavering in each heated passionate stroke, tapping the soft keys of me, fine tuning all my soft places

His palm on the crown of my symphonic engagement
Feeling his jazz notes echoing, as I’m blowing on his horn
Love notes belting out for his private audience’s ears
Heightened with each vibration of its high-pitched crescendo
Taking his kingdom to the peninsula, hearing his baritone voice greet the skies in its sole pleasure

The extension of his soul releasing, singing his gratification in a cappella
His naked emotions lay claim to the instrument of my inner temple
The infusing of his sanctuary instilled within the sheet music of our rapture
Playing the beautiful lyrics of my heart, mind, souls humming the bass of emotions in union
From his soul, a handsome maestro, conducting a composed sacred revival of my desires

Playing me to the wondrous of his touch, his whispered breath
My lips he tastes as drowning, blending, in the sound of our divine music
His fingers tapping so gently over the sheer muse of my wet suppleness
Giving my praises unto his standing ovation
Anchored and blending the sultry calling of a whispered encore