Incense burns, the smoke unfurls and
You
Dance through its caressing tendrils,
Your eyes
burn holes in my soul
The heat of you suffuses me
and my arms, seemingly of their own mind
Embrace you
The swell of your breasts feels warm against me
The pulsing of your heart with mine foreshadows
rhythms yet to be
The scent of your womanhood
surrounds me and assaults my senses
wth violent, urgent need
You possess me in heated tenderness
I possess you in torrid intimacy
And in spent time
And with spent passion
We own each other
In love
© Alfred W. Smith Jr. 2015