My hands trace the outline
of each route of your thigh
can feel your fullness there
in the recesses of my eye
then my brain lets loose
alerts which let me know
my passions desires are
flamed rushing to and fro
the desire to touch more
to engulf you in total bliss
within a dream like scene
makes heaven less than this.
Each fevered massage
builds to a crescendo rise
wafting sensualities to soar
past the stars in the skies
Del Cano 2006 Jan
