Soft Words

 

She opens for me

Easy

One finger 

Then two

Flower blooms

Wet velvet petals

Parting 

Starving 

For their dew

Far away in new 

Places at the back of her throat

Whimpers choked

Chasing close

To notes

She saved for sleep

Deep downy breaths

Building 

In her chest

Gentle

Yet sliding in simple 

Slow

Safe

Wait wait wait

Her hands, delicate, small

Balled into fists 

At her hips

Which

Lift as if on strings

Pulled by some unseen force

For a second I pause

Then proceed 

To garner her attentions

Slick with need that leaves

Idle hands 

The urge to tease

Taunt 

Taut walls 

Into soft sated submissions

Visions 

Unseen to me spark

Against her eyes between her knees

Firm fingers form circles

Cycling back and forth

Between all her favorite

Spots

Behind her the colors

Pop, pink, gold, blue

Teeth bite down

Almost through

Vicious on that bottom lip

I feel her grip 

Tighten

Slightly

Rhythmic pulses 

Drumming

Up and down her spine

She climbs 

Unseen ladders 

At the ends of hands

Meant to dissolve

As shudders rack her 

Blood rushes

Swift

Center 

Leave then enter leave then enter

Words barely human

Raw with ache escape

That lush full mouth

As I go 

In 

Down 

And now

Let her leave herself 

Around the edge of these hands

As she projects

Spirit off bed

Lost in her head

Her heart 

Only now starts

To beat instead

Of boast 

About the most

Alive it's ever been

Electricity still in

Our air

As hair 

Stands up against skin

And she reaches for me

She needs

To be held now, how

You handle flowers

Gentle 

With great care

Not to disturb 

The body

After coaxing out its

Bloom 

So we lay 

And I stroke her cheek

And we 

Relive 

The spring

That we encountered in this room