sweet sounds
filter through
the dark
of night
eyelids
flutter closed
as hands stroke
softly
immersed
in the
rose-scented
still-steaming
water
clothing
and inhibitions
shed,
one hand fingers
pointed peak
the other teases
fleshy mound
weaving through
the coal-black hair
toward tender treasure
sliding in,
i picture you
i am your marionette
my hands fulfill
your desires
from afar,
but the pleasure
is all mine
my body rubs
against my palm
as fingers slide swiftly,
well lubricated
by the wet pleasure
within
my mouth gapes
slightly
as the scent
of sexuality
oozes from my
skin
the pace quickens
my heart beats in near-rhythm
with the rapid plunging
water-wrinkled
fingertips
like soft,
california-conceived
raisins
toy with my
breast
as I feel the heat
heighten
within
and my breath catches
in my chest
as pleasure comes
to capture me
for one long-awaited
moment of
release
i exhale
hands fall limp
at sides
as i sink deeper
into the water
smiling softly,
i open my eyes
and whisper
your name
