My hands would be tender enough
to incite the passion that's yearning in your body
but strong enough to hold your body down
as it throbs and shudders from the stimulation
my tongue gives each and every sensitive spot
on your body;
from that smooth spot above your eyebrows
to that sensitive spot on your neck
to those aroused peaks of chocolate
that caps those luscious breasts.
Slowly sliding down your body
that is softer than silk
and smoother than velvet,
I would momentarily take
a swirl with my tongue
in that soft navel depression
and from there move south
until I found the prize
that defines you as a woman
and love it until dawn.
The juices would flow
like the Nile, the Amazon
and the Mississippi combined
but I would be there to savor them
as if they were my last drops of liquid
as I crossed the burning Sahara.
Our coupling would be like no other
for we would be lost
in a rapturous state of bliss,
one that you would never want to end.
It would be so good,
I would have you longing for more
as I tenderly kissed you good night
and quietly blow out the candles
that have danced
in your sparkling eyes all night long.