Seamlessly

His roaming hands always covet my skin
Uncovering the heart of my desire.
My own hands' stillness is as he'd require:
Not listless, but intense and awaiting
The shadows that he signals must inspire
My sucking in his closeness and the mire
Of lust in which I dwell. No hesitating
Is permitted, once both my breasts are bared.
His seamless slaps shout impropriety,
While I exist to be accommodating
For the flow of emotions that he's dared
To calm with flurries of intimacy
Until he's loving seamlessly within.