Lather of Dreams

Waves of cool blue satin; Whispering against
my thighs- Faint moans, dawn my parting
lips- Succulent kisses; Sweet eyes
closing softly- Lay with me now; This night;
Cover me with your sizzling moist flesh-
Lust needs company; And I long to
be yours

Tease tenderly; Pulsing fingers dance;
Your tongue found my neck; Oh, so candy sweet;
You lift; I rise to meet; Biting with
the desire to taste- Red painted nails
tip-toe your spine

Thrills overpower; Chills enthrall;
The strong arm of must takes hold- I move;
You guide and relax; I massage the
ache you feel- You need- You want-
You crave; and I hand feed your
beastly hungers

Will crumbles; Now self-infliction is
the pastels of sin; Tinted by moonlight; Shadowed
by pleasure; Fortitude dripping in musk-
Muscles tighten; Walls inhale to
contain the excitement

I wake to the sound of running water;
and join you in a lather of
dreams

© Lisa Hilbers
7/15/05