You sent me a picture of your bedroom,
I wasn’t sure exactly why,
Didn’t know for certain it was yours,
Such a beautiful and warm place,
A glorious canopy bed,
Forest green comforter and cream pillows,
Framed by sheer white drapes,
Candles glowing golden on oak end tables,
Reflecting honeyed light onto an armoire,
I could almost smell cinnamon and vanilla,
Because somehow that seemed the scent it would have,
And though it wasn’t in the picture I just knew,
That the room held a fireplace as well,
Cozy as a description did not do it justice by far,
It was perfection posing as a living space, And then you asked me,
All my words collapsed into an incoherent mound,
I couldn’t have been less prepared to be eloquent,
Or erotic and sensual,
Or seductively smooth,
A shivering tingle pulsed over my skin,
Fluttering ripples of heat raced down my spine,
Every muscle seemed to tighten,
At the mere thought of thinking of you,
On the bed with the comforter pulled down,
A landscape of green ridges formed from the cloth,
Your blonde hair spread across the pillows,
A halo of white gold in the candlelight,
Your tanned skin against the white sheets,
Long legs and sweet rounded curves gleaming,
Seeing myself standing at the edge of the bed,
At the edge of falling into you so far I would drown,
Lost gladly to the world as you become my all,
Your green eyes electric jade watching me undress,
And you smile to see how badly I already want you,
Onto the bed slowly and watchfully never looking away,
Crouched at your feet like a supplicant at an altar,
I would worship you with fingers lips and tongue,
Tracing and tasting every inch and every part of you,
Along the length of your leg to hollow of your hip,
Upwards still in slow gentle circles,
Filling all of my senses with you,
Then from the nape of your neck down to your breasts,
To take each hardened nipple into my mouth,
Sucking and licking and caressing each in turn,
I will turn those minutes into all of time,
As my tongue plays and my fingers dip down between your thighs,
Slipping into the liquid fire of your sex,
Gliding over the slick lips and preparing the way,
For my mouth as it moves down to taste your sweetness,
And oh I would gladly ignore everything else,
Forget my own need and straining desire,
To bury my face there until you could take no more,
To have your juice upon my tongue and lips,
The scent of your sex filling my lungs,
Feeling the muscles clench under my tongue,
As your hips rise from the bed and your hands in my hair,
Press my face even deeper into your delicious desire,
Your gasping moans in my ears,
As your juices flood into my mouth,
Over and over and over I will continue,
Until you say you want me inside of you,
You must feel me in you,
Looking down into your eyes I guide myself in,
Slowly to savor every single second of sensation,
Wanting this to last as long as we have breath,
I feel you and watch in wonder,
Matching my motions to your response,
My body will answer only to your needs,
Restraining any release of my own,
Until I know that you want that from me,
Your own satisfaction immersing you,
Enveloping you utterly with ecstasy,
Then and only then will I give myself up,
Joining you in a place where time and the world have vanished,
All that exists are we two joined in the ultimate intimacy,
With my eyes locked upon your eyes,
You will see just what you do to me,
But though the act is complete we are not through,
I will not so readily let go of this moment of ours,
In my arms you will stay even then,
Our sweat slick skin and the heat of our passion,
Still pressed tight because there can be no such thing as enough,
I will bury my face in your hair and whisper into your ear,
All my secret dreams and hidden fears,
Giving over to you all that I can to lie helpless before you,
With nothing else left in my reality but you and that room,
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