BLACK VELVET SHAME


it would be a great shame,
a disgrace to distant stars,
to waste a black velvet night
alone with nothing to gratify
the empty ache in your soul
or satisfy the yearning of flesh
for the flame of a lover’s hands
and the fire of his lips pressed
hard against sweetness of yours
until his wanton tongue has found
a worthy dance partner at last


it would be a true humiliation
for such a hot woman as you
to lie abed between cold sheets
when fair flesh is afire with lust
and freely upon your silky thighs
flows the sweet wine of your love
it would be a terrible tragedy
if you cannot feel the shelter
of my arms around pliant body
tongue pleasuring gentle hills
daring sword sheathed to the hilt


there is no shame in imagination
as your hands become mine
caressing, pinching, exploring
all the secret sites of pleasure
can you hear my whispers of love
carried on warm southern breezes?
affirmations of your naked beauty
forbidden declarations of lust
from the lips of a man who burns
like the paradise between your thighs





DJA 6/17/2010