Escapade

I see him leaning
Naked by the bedroom door.
His dark hazel stare
Overflowing with masculinity,
His base so tight in symmetry,
His girth and his demand,
A silhouette stiff in my hands

His mouth a miracle
Over my silky moist.
My river flooding into a sea,
the perfume lathering the air
In pungent stings of glee,
Like creamy gardenia,
Drenched in cinnamon liqueur.

A kiss melts into my breast.
Strands of black
Corrupt the white pillow case.
Stamped smile on red face.
The smell, the smell in waves…

My splendor rests in this bed unmade.
Swear me die here in escapade
For I vow to ache before he stops.