Something a bit on the steamy side to ring in the new year...))

Indigo Songs


~~The Quiet~~

She watches him
In soap-scented steam
Shaving naked before the mirror
And her eyes, they smolder
Between reflections of hands,
Of arms and chest,
As muscles play
Beneath dampened skin,
Gaze lingering upon back and legs.
She responds in the quiet heat
With a blush and liquid rush
And a need grows....
A need to dance.


~~The Music Plays~~

He watches her...
Misty reflection clothed in indigo silk,
Moisture laden fabric
Molded to breasts and thighs.
A succulent vision of soft sensuality,
She stirs him like no other
And when her eyes close
He too feels the need...
Hears the music
As only they play it.

A whisper of breath, a shiver
Of anticipation, he steps behind her.
She waits to feel his arms,
His work-roughened hands
Cupping her fullness, his thumbs
Arousing their greeting with tender strokes.
How perfectly she fits
Beneath his chin, his broad chest
Warm, still damp, and within,
His heart beats with passion's cadence.
He plays her like a violin, caressing
Her, a waltz of erotic intent begins
As he seeks the heat of her womanhood,
The essence of her desire,
The iridescent pearl of surrender..

He hears her indigo song
And he whispers...'shall we dance, love?'


~~The Calm~~

In tangled afterglow they lay
Listening, love's crescendo fading
Into sighs of contentment.
Tremors, quivering chords
Of ecstasy's music, still
Steal the breath and embrace
His strength... breaths touch,
Lingering in arias of heart music
Playing on and on....

And into dreams
Of indigo songs they dance...
Together.


December 2006