Dreaming 3

Passions revealed from within,
desires not yet sedated,
never once before believed,
such pleasures I’ve awaited.

Romance claimed lost,
desires now girded,
no more ecstatic long nights,
and not, just fulfilling a need.

But with lingering glances,
on satiny smooth broen skin,
through the night we languish,
in the erotica of lovemaking.

A candle lit dinner,
alone to test our will,
champagne on ice (?),
inhibitions to chill.

A fire in the hearth,
our only light,
yet we hold back the urges,
as passion fills the long dark night.

Caressing the hair below your neck,
a massage designed to please,
your breathing grows softer,
a sensual tease.

Lips finally meet,
so tender and hoping,
tongues intertwine,
searching but still not groping.

Finger tips race,
from your neck down your spine, a
wakening nerves the pleasure,
my tongue surrenders to your sweet divine.

Cloths whispered as they fell to the floor,
bringing pleasure in the skin they show,
no rush no hurry, we have all night,
so let’s continue to take it slow.

A trail of kisses,
the soft back of knees bent,
body’s aching and yearning,
eager to please and reinvent.

By the light of the fire,
two body’s join in an ancient rite,
as soft moans of pleasure,
become the sounds of our good night.