Sensual Symphony 2

Your deep blue abalone eyes melt to quicksilver, pouring into mine, blinding me from all but tracing the contours of your lips with my tongue. Your breath breezes over my feverish skin, like a sultry Sirocco skimming desert sands. My blood, molten, scorching my veins, bubbling to the surface, until I ached to feel the roaring waterfall of your passion cascade over me, as we saw in that sweet nonpareil realm of ecstasy together, lost in a sensual symphony of paradise on earth. Oh, my love, that my verses speak of love, my suffering body, like a flower in the sun after the rain, where the nectar of love, of me, I adore you. There is a weight to the veil we have danced through, the fabric of time shrinking in the boiling pools of our smouldering ardour. Your eyes awash with the salty tears of expectation. I'm lost within your soft goosebump flesh, mapping out your hills with hungry lascivious bites. Strumming fingers dance over the taut strings of your abdomen, whilst lips trace kisses from navel to creases. Your mouth is thickly painted red, dripping wet upon our satin bed. So come to me now, my love, let us dance our dance of magnificence. Our bodies will carry the aches of this consummate coupling.