Revelry

You willingly show what can only be
witnessed in the depths of darkness
right before the ember’s glow ignites

I tarry at the back of your knees,
the curve of your hips and in that luscious
spot in the small of your back

Fingers graze the alabaster skin of your hips
where the humidity rises by degrees
as your fragrance catches my breath

I could spend eternity where midriff ends
and thighs begin, where your treasure undresses
my senses, and never be satisfied

I get into position and hover above the
softest skin as you elevate your cirque
and my tongue slides right into your nectar
I drink as arousal pools

Where your shapely perfection reigns
and your groans and whimpers sing
out like intense hymns

To linger in the sacred crease as you give
yourself to me without reserve,
where your moans turn into pleas