INSPIRED BY MONOVOX'S SWEET HARMONY

You are my instrument, I unpack
you reverently before the sack.
Trust me, by my hands you'll be well played
when before me you are full displayed,
out of the packaging of clothing
before my eyes' reverent, loving.
Let me - hand massage upon your head,
my fingers through your hair widely spread.

I'll then kiss, my hands cup round your face,
while lips explore yours with a tongue trace,
then down your neck, your shoulders and chest,
pausing upon nipples of breast,
then continue pressing down your ab
(never mind if there is any flab),
rounding your hips and squeezing each bun,
then down your thighs my palms will then run....
 
along your calves, on ankles to feet,
to your soles and toes - your length complete;
then I will stroke and squeeze those parts where
they are cushioned by nether hair.
I want to hear you breathing out and in
as you savour my touch on your skin,
release inhibitions, content moan
as I play each erogenous zone....

until you grow in urgency
to abandon yourself unto me.
When you're readied to receive me thus,
we'll embrace, make love harmonious,
fitting closely around each other
as with kisses each other smother,
finding our rhythms that make bed quake
and headboard on wall repeat knocks make.