The door closes, the bolt drops, your hands begin to crawl
beneath my jacket before I've even decided not to bother with the lights.
My hands lightly trace the soft outline of your form,
find the lapels of your jacket, and ease it slowly from your slightly arched back.

We lock hands briefly; I raise your trembling arms above your head,
gently drawing my nails underneath, and a soft moan escapes
your mouth caught briefly in mine as it covers yours; Rapture: the
second cousin of passion, passes between us, pulling us even closer.

Your arms drop lightly over my shoulders, locking; your hips, gently rocking;
I flick the switch--the soft base of your neck; your body shudders as you
breathe softly into my ear.  I feel your taut calves meet behind my back
as my frantic hands meet behind yours, moving us close but not yet close enough.

Silk melting from your chest, cotton from your waist
as the ice in my hand melts and collects in the small of your back.
A faint scent of strawberry, of cream, as you tease me, touch me,
scar me with your passion as I blindly give myself up to you.

Your flesh loosens under firm devoted pressure, my hands
knead from your feet to your neck, our tension melting onto the mattress.
A feather slowly traces the length of your bare back;
My insatiable mouth tries in vain to whet the breadth your now burning passion.

My tongue liesurely paints your portrait, your nails
scrape down my shoulders, the back of my neck
as your thighs bind me, and convict me
of a crime I was guilty of before you even met me.

Hot water cascades over us, steam envelops us, as we bathe
in the pale light from the deserted alley. You recline
into my chest as my arms encircle you, your touch
burning hotter than the water pouring down my back.

Light, faded gray, heralds the coming of the new day, the soft glow
settling upon our sanctuary, the bright burning passion of dawn
reflecting in your eyes, drawing me still deeper into you and
revealing you, after a night in the darkness of pleasure.

This timid morning light, peering in through sheer satin drapes,
rests lightly on your gently heaving chest, and as I cover
you from His prying eyes and lightly kiss you goodnight
I thank God for allowing me to know the passion within you.