Softly Inscribe Your Desires Upon My Skin

I am the soft dialect that embraces the wind with gifts to enthuse
Tender words your voice inscribe upon my skin as a whispered muse  
Hear the tales of my stories as I mentally draw you in  
A calling from your thoughts, I give you as the passion of our moving temples of sin’s origin  
From the past    
Where the famine of my flesh, for Greek Gods did not outlast  
    
Infusing a mortal with my caresses found in the concealed divinities of their intellect    
In written admiration of your love letters, besieged by the wonders of me, you make me tenderly melt  
Lay me down upon silken rose petals  
My handsome one, disrobe yourself of your earthy survivor medals  
Your fingers tenderly meandering up my smooth thighs  
Reading the lust to complete me reflected in my half laden eyes  
   
My moans echoed throughout the calling of time    
The sweeten ambrosia of my lips more potent than sips of wine  
Surrender your manly statue unto the wanton wills of my tease  
Coating of ecstasy once locked deep inside of me  
Shoving pleasure, twisting in my abyss of my moisten appease  
Moving in me like the wraith of a hurricane  
Clenching you tighter as we crest, bathing in the pools of my silken rain    
   
We are the mirrored words, tongues will come to know of the glory, my story, my salacious history  
Making love to me behind the shroud of the galaxy as you delve deeper into the statuary of my chasten mysteries  
Your mighty hands worshiping my curvaceous hips  
The intake of my panting, lips coveted, your fingers easing in my heated mist  
Sharing such lustful energy in the shrine of immortality bliss  
   
Asunder my thighs    
Of labored breaths we twine of you and I  
Savoring the flavor as star dust dances in our union, blessed yearns ordained from the skies  
Allowing you to absorb the soft touches of bodily sensations, the stairway to infinity, as our souls meet  
Curling my tongue, a tantalizing journey over the soles of his feet  
Unto the man I please as I share in the madness craved in his sheets  
Taking pleasure between the columns of his toes    
Aimlessly wandering up his inner thighs, I am woman, and he is man, as my tongue patrols  
Tenderly arousing the arising of his sensitive peak  
His erroneous zone weakening for the overtaking, as his nightly muse, famished for the crest fallen of his roaring release  
   
His body, shuddering under the command of its stroking  
Teasing, controlling him with, my feather touch coaxing    
Alluring him as the epitome of a Greek God, with my sweetened scent  
Unto this night the sacredness of my body, his desires unrelent  
I hear your gentle calling, as I, the seductress surrender unto your carnal greed   
The sultry enchantress' the whisperer of your poetry  
Close your eyes, open your mind and feel my tenderness as I amuse thee