Hot House Symphony: 1st Movement

Hot House Symphony: 1st Movement

Scent of Jasmine sweetening the morning air
Vines entangled across statuary
Venus stands in marble silence
Blessing our encounter
Water trickles across pebbles
Perfume of roses fills steamy air
Wet smell of earth so pungent
Musky pheromones wafting in the sultry room
You lay across the divan, curves rippling
Bronze dark skin shining with body dew
Robe falling open at breasts
Brown valley sensuously curving inward
Hips rolling as you stretch catlike
Fig leaf golden panties hiding the garden
Where dreams of life wait secretly
For loves touch to awaken my seed
For miraculous flower sprouting
Deep in the fertile grotto

Waters of life
Dark patch of procreative sap
Staining your golden fabric triangle
Revealing deep currents
Flowing in subterranean rivers
In the depths of your womb

I kneel worshipfully beside your glory
Reverencing the place where life is born
My finger pealing back the golden fabric
The sunlight passing through the ceiling window
Illuminates the majesty of your dark red thatch
You pivot rolling onto back
Like a kitten needing to be stroked
Your eyes like tiny jade pieces
In a Mayan Jaguar sculpture,
Gazing timelessly from temple walls,
Sparkle with desire
My tongue finds the source
From whence life springs
My hands mold around derriere
Cupping your flexing moons
With gentle squeezing
As your body undulates against me
 
My lips softly brush your pink petals
Nurturing your bud with ever more passionate
Suckling kisses
I play your cello body
The rhythm of your gyrating hips
A divine music
Primeval passion erupts deep in you
My own volcanic forces unleashed
Your sap flows in streams of sweetness
Into my hungry mouth
Each pulse of your grotto
As it convulses around my tongue
Brings me closer to paradise
Till times flow becomes a torrent
The river of moments raging in tides
Through my electrified body
The song of love echoing between us
My manhood ablaze with yearning
Waiting an eternity if need be
For your answer to my craving
As I lay beside you, your breasts heaving against me
Our lips join into one flower
My tongue dancing in syncopation
Your sighs answering my prayer
Your words giving me more
Thanks I could have ever anticipated
As syllables tumble like a melody
The crescendo at last
The last lines of this song
“I will love you forever”
As first movement in our symphony of love
Commences