Lips, Fingers and Words

Lips…soft as the feel of a rose petal traced with fingertip,

traces her skin greedy for the taste of passion,

Fingers…calloused and work roughened

massage breasts with the gentleness of a whisper,

Words…flow from desire, need, passion and

yes love and are savored by the ear of the receiver,

Lips…meet lips and meld into the soft lushness of

unspoken promise devoid of thought now,

Fingers…moving to stroke the fire below

burning in anticipation of fulfillment as anticipation,

Words…exchanged for gasps, moans and sighs

the universal language of lovemaking that knows no borders

Lips…butterfly kisses, tender sweet, endearing as they offer thanks

Fingers…entwined in fingers a bond that holds tight

Words…no longer needed as two become one this night