Under the thick blanket
of night, her feminine
scent fills the air.
A dark blindfold that
masks everything
but her sex.
Words are not necessary
They speak in touches now.
Palms open on soft skin
fingers dance along small
curves.
He yearns to discover
she longs to surrender.
moving down
moving down
to the center of her soul
reaching in, fingers melt
into her fire.
Tongue pierces folds of lust
swimming in hot liquid
opening petal by petal
watching you
watch me.
Building a slow fire
witches brew of lust
and desire.
Pink shades of pleasure
fill his mouth, with the
sweet and pure essesence
of her.
As she submits and
reveals herself
to him...
Yemanja
