Invitation to Intimacy

Invitation to Intimacy

Hot wet towels surround her silky skin
As her long slender body reclines
Steam wetting her brow
From the hot spring water pool
The statue of Aphrodite
Looms in the alcove
Her taut muscles
Rippling through her tunic
Her long hard leg
Bare through a slit in the gown
Wine from Tuscany
Taints her mouth with naughty pleasure
As she brings cup to lips
Imbibing sweet fermented grape
The towels cling to her blushing skin
Feeling the warm water
Drip tantalizingly down her petals
she is alone
Only the stony eyes of Aphrodite
To witness the spectacle about to take place
Her hand slips down her stomach
Pressing soft wet cotton into flesh
Traveling south
Fingers rest on Mons
Circling mound
Slipping under towel
Rubbing against fruit
Separating layers
Delving deep into folds
Pulling back hood
Tiny bud exposed
Pulsing in fingers
Thighs clench around hand
Pressing edge of the hand
Deeply into nether lips
Hips gyrating
My flute music floats across the room
I am the stranger who has come
This does not deter her from finishing
She is beyond turning back
On this holy journey
Into self-pleasure
My music grows closer
Her body writhes as towels fall away  
I hear her soft woman’s giggle
She is exposed before me
Naked and vulnerable
This both embarrasses and arouses her
I round her back
My fingers trailed the crease of her derriere
Over back
As I emerge from behind
I say, Claire!
My sweet muse
from the academy
Naked
Your body is a sacred offering to me
Seeing the warmth in her soft brown eyes
I feel the depths of her love
Which were only intimations before
I can see clearly now her radiant beauty
Her virgin soul waiting for my touch
To unlock the secrets of her womanhood
I know that she is mine
As surely as I know the tides
of her menstrual cycle
Her sparkling eyes beseech me
To allow me to enter into
this her most private moment
My eyes respond
A pleading for her to not be afraid
For her to know the depths of my love for her
Her fingers on my face tell me she knows
Our awareness of our bonds
Grows like the sun rising
Till it burns away all doubt
Our bonds understood
A silent promise from her heart to mine,
My heart to hers,
Heard by the heart,
That we will always cherish one another
An invitation to intimacy
Her ruby lips meeting mine
Blonde hair falling across my face
Tickling the gems of my manly shield
Her hand resting on my Excalibur  
As my hand thrusts into her gorge
The heat building steadily
Between my legs
My butternut is plump and ripe
Nipples tingle as her lips wrap around them
Her hand feeling my flexing glut muscles
As my breath gets ragged
The fragrance of her perfume
Mixed with a muskier scent
Makes my mouth water
The flames of my love
Engulfing me in a fiery climax
Till I am obliterated
My self annihilated
In the fires of abandon
My only awareness
Her hands and lips
On my nipples, stomach, and inner thighs
My surrender to her complete
My presence welcome in her rite of self-love
As she enters my sanctuary
My secrets unveiled to her
As waves of delicious pleasure
Roll down my Polaris like little earthquakes
Her hands guiding me to paradise
The flames ebb with each gasping breath
As I lie immersed in a warm soup of bliss
Her legs fall apart
Back flattened to the couch
As my lips trace down her stomach
Through her golden triangle
Passing through her forest
My tongue dipping into her folds
Plunging into wet pulp of her sex
Lapping gently
Till she feels tingles of warmth spark across bud
My lips nursing gently on her stamen
As it swells once again
I know that I am ready for her
To take me back to heaven
With her soft womanly ways
And I return the favor
As her hips glide upward
Across my face
Her inner thighs pressing into my cheeks
My hands grasping her gluts
As her body splayed atop me
Sways to the beat of my tongue
Whipping her fruit
Imbibing her essence
Tasting her sap
Filling her with my tongue
Until she moans
Cat-like and purrfect
Her tongue tickling the crest of my manhood
I am beyond pleasure
My soul caught in the heavenly trap
Of her tender love