Preludes

Fingers who dance their silk traces
across a floor of flesh,
while the air is consumed with lavender
slowly slipping deep inside
and soft music undresses the heart.

In that moment of vulnerable suggestion
a hint of nakedness through the black lace
flares in the eye and arouses the inside,
where that swirling seduction
seethes the senses
as thoughts erode from lofty palaces
for that earthy, raw taste.

One touch ignites the cold reserve,
skin ripples in goose bumps,
body grows tight in the swelling stimulation
before a beast sleeping inside
roars to be fed.

It’s when the reason flees
after the voice mutters its desire
that the door is open to that hidden chamber
where its paradise dwells in dreams.

All the secrets kept sealed in that privacy
become the song of groans
whose notes take the moment
from a prelude’s persuasion
into the heights of entwined delights.