As with all the more 'heated' writes I've posted, all were written weeks ago.

Candles are lit ...

A soft breeze billows curtains,
allowing them to cascade as
sheer waters tinted mauve.

The scent of oils hangs upon
the air, heavy and thy eyes
catch mine, twinkling in the
muted light.

Heaving breast, blushed from
rising temperatures, alluring
form displayed like treasure
upon the silk sheets ...

Brazen is thy touch, heated
desires and the ache to take
the plunge. Thy eyes give
away the passion that breeds
within thy blood, as it boils
and the mercury rises.

Yet, that is not all that rises ...

Thou hath something this
flesh craves ...

Let mine fingers elicite such
desires and dip into mine
pool that fills so eagery with
honey. I crave to feel thee
take the plunge, dive in and
let thyself swim ...

Thrust thyself through the
waters which flow from
within. Part me as if I were
the Nile ... complete me
as only thy can, with manhood
that pulses and throbs with
blood ...

Make mine voice cry out into
the night, thy name upon mine
lips and quench this thisrt for
I am parched. Fill mine cup
with thy love and let the flood
of the Nile ravage the land
which is me.