Her Curves

Her curves are like a Möbius strip

As I stroke her they are both

constant and ever moving

There is no end to her twists and turns

the hills and valleys as my fingers

transverse and dance I find my paradise

Come alive

I feel droplets of her want find my lips

On bended knee

My tongue traverses her inner thigh

To lips that glisten with desire

Ambrosia scented succour for my soul

Lapping and dipping

My tongue stirs our mutual wants

Hips move and thighs squeeze

and yet my tongue

flutters and finds pleasure

Twisting turning and teasing

Conjuring the magic of pleasure

No spells needed

Just the fire of my desire

In the throws of ecstasy

She unburdens her soul

As fire quenches her longing

Intimacy is found

Purpose regained

Hope and joy

Begin to dance in the miracle of rebirth