garden quarter

a bourbon-dripping fingertip traced the contours of his lips and fiery amber liquid pooled transferred by a kiss while the night unspooled before them like a silken ribbon unwinding in their bed warm breath hovers over each as hands stretch out to reach for the passion of the moment only sighs for comment and the need there sets the pace as two bodies then embrace in passion's grip smell the perfume on her skin as she's warmed so from within while stars glitter in the night paint a picture with soft light melting in the darkness of the shadows on the wall that rise and fall in jasmine's heady fragrance thoughts of ivy twining 'round the branch before her in this garden her own bower and it likely is the hour her gate to be trespassed woman knowing man at last she so tensed and ready yet he still holding steady with his will shaped by her trusting she's waiting for the thrusting a wild thing is her heart now his cool hand touches her brow and feels the fevered heat arching up in eagerness her first sensation of distress is tempered by the words he speaks as he carries her to peaks of mountaintops and then he drops to valleys just to climb again the path to heaven's gate then breached at last into that place he rushes past the crimson angels to the mount her soul's own ready waiting fount adding to her waters filling pearly streams he is instilling into seas of love collapsing breathless now both sated with love where all anticipated met with fondest dreams and notions formed in courtship's sweet devotions joined together ever after here to share both love and laughter in this garden quarterall comments and critiques welcomed Written January 26th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 08:43 AM PST   0 • 8