In the Fading Light...

I breathe you name,
in warm tones that flow
from my lips to the swell of your breasts,
where my fingers draw gentle circles
round your nipples taut with excitement
This is not sin,
this is that natural order of things;
birds on the wing,
singing as they soar,
always seeking more
of what they will not know
until they find it
Our legs intertwine,
finding the hollow behind our knees
that never fails to please,
to find that tingling
as i seize your calf softly
and cup the muscle in my palm,
finding it warm and soft to the touch
So much and so little,
it gives and takes
and how will i ever slake this thirst?
Never, is my hope...
           03-11-12