this reawakened desire,
visceral tug,
wakes her and shakes her
in a desirous flood.
the volumious darkness,
still, empty, midnight,
phantom hands grip her
with promised delight.
they know her dreams,
her fantasies bare,
materialized her mind
with a physical tear.
she knows too well
not to open her eyes,
to let in the "real",
lest the moment subsides.
a tongue, a nail, traces
the length of her thigh,
tender yet forceful commences
this sensuous ride.
lips float on her neck
while teeth pierce at her breast
a new mouth envelops
her moistening lips.
hands pour over her flesh,
and it heats and it writhes,
touch probing onward
places she hides.
a kiss at her wrist lingers,
caressing the lines
totems of pain
shunned my most eyes.
but her lover's hands hold her,
delights in her whole,
as a ravaged and ravishing
woman-goddess-story untold.