who we are

WHO WE ARE
Whipped cream on your breasts
layered in strawberries
the ice has left its traces
on your stomach

Watch your hips move and sway
as my fingers and tongue
play games between your legs
feeling the rhythm of you
giving and responding
as sounds of pleasure
fill the room

Stockings and heels
for my visual delight
as the candles stroke their light
into the mirrors
showing the land of delight
we are enjoying

There is no other world now that matters
but passion and all its variety
clothed in the covenant of promise
the purpose of life itself
as your juices wet my hand once more

Music plays softly
not to intrude on the lovers
and then I am inside you
and the music comes from within us
shades of light spark the night

Love has come
so we can bathe in its glory
feel the heaven in our souls
take the moment to eternity
and let it become
who we are

Stephen