dreamily drifting drowsily
the scent of your silken skin
teases with tickling tendrils
proclaiming your presence
and smiles slink sleepily
to lithely lift my lips in welcome

the brush of your body, bare
and moulding into mine
your lips tasting intoxicatingly true
but fine wine cannot compare to you

I arch back into you, begging, body
moving of its own accord
work roughened hands are my reward
softly trailing along skin beckoningly smooth
wandering wistful across waist and hip
pausing to nibble and knead and slip

your nose nuzzles my neck, breathing deep savouring my scent inside your lungs for…