Crimson

Crimson red, my sweet love’s blush,
when to her neck my lips do touch,
set heave to heart beneath the folds
of linen pressed and garment’s hold,
yet sweet seduction mine…

Pensive space between our stare,
when locked in passion’s want and care,
pressed to hesitation’s pose,
till kiss and taste our love expose
surrender, I and thine…

Flurried hands enclasp and press,
search for freedom from this dress,
pulling tight in lip locked fury,
within the flame of passion’s hurry,
yet stretch the moments long…

Till so released from garment’s bind,
fingers locked in tender lines,
flesh on flesh by limbs so wrapped,
sweet scents suffuse each breathing gasp,
till knotted we, as lovers strong…

In timeless keep, suspended souls,
spirits mix in love locked rolls,
our pounding hearts deny the quiet,
while sweet seduction screams in riot
and holds us near the peak…

So strong, our might to stay there,
lips and tongues and flesh and hair,
pounding, crying, gasping, prying,
so ride the wave to crash hard, trying
to hold to seduction’s wanton seek…

Till passion’s drive relents and heaves,
muscles taut, in arch, relieves
the drive behind each bead of sweat,
thrust and shutters, and thereby let
the waves roll gently over…

Our bodies spent, our souls infused
as one, by passion’s love let loose,
and we in heap of flesh and bone,
collapse in kiss and sweet love’s tone,
there melt into each other…
eternal mates, eternal lovers…