rendezvous

the beat 

of the bass

bumps.

baby, 

it's cold outside

but warm inside

and fingers slide

along curves

which sing 

the desire of the night.

wine and candlelight

whisper

directions

that direct tongues,

lips

into dizzy trips

that end up 

tasting hips

and emotions

flip.

 thoughts

of satin sheets

lie in wait

as hands roam 

like drunken sailors

inhaling

every sensuous moment.

breathing

at a frenzied pace,

predestined visions

of pearl and lace,

while kisses 

leave trails of heat

on sweaty soft skin.

a devious moan

creates

 the warmth

that we both crave.

vanilla wetness

arrives...

carousel motion

carries us 

towards an explosion

that mounts,

from your mounting,

fueled 

by impulsive giggles

and fetish nibbles

that drown our sensibilities.

we ride the wave

of cream filling

and ease our way

down from

heaven.