Dance of Flames

Dance of Flames

Her glowing face staring through shower mist
At image reflected in mirror
Wet curls hanging down against her breasts
Brown eyelashes curling across her eyes
She steps back gazing at her curves
The dark forest between her legs
She is woman
Beautiful, sensuous
Capable of loving and hating
Full of tenderness and fire
Embodiment of men’s torrid dreams
Her soft creases the places of pleasure
Where men’s pain is extinguished
In rushes of wet exhalation
The aching in her loins grows
As she gently wipes the droplets from her triangle
He waits like an angel of mercy in the other room
His longing for her grows with each beat of his heart
No other man can satisfy her penetrating craving
Her desire is to feel the marble of his sculpture
Completion of her journey into the masculine
In his strong arms
She hears the door creak open
In the mirror he sees her emerge from the mists
Her skin red with excitement
He presses against her back with his musculature
He grasps her peaks with strong hands
Her body responds with spontaneous affection
Turning like a ballerina
She pirouettes into his embrace
Their lips meet in the sacrament of a kiss
Her thighs wet once more
He guides her dipping her onto the mat
He melts into her
He permeates her body with caresses
Filling her crevices with his knowing fingers
His lips flow gently down her stomach
Lapping against her shore
Meeting her holy place
In a cascade of burning strokes
Leaving patterns of flame across her orchid
Lashing into her with fierce love
His hands grip her derriere
Fingers slipping into the crevasse
Like rain seeping into earth
The seconds stretch out into eternity
Decades glide by every minute
Her heart beats like a maddening rock song
Her lips find the quake of his aspen
The tree of his manhood
In the spoon of their love
That fills them with hunger
To fall over the edge
The whip of tongues
Against fruits
Is the final blow
Sending them beyond infinity
Into an ocean of bliss