candlelight

sweet sounds
filter through
the dark
of night

eyelids
flutter closed
as hands stroke
softly

immersed
in the
rose-scented
still-steaming
water

clothing
and inhibitions
shed,

one hand fingers
pointed peak

weaving through
the coal-black hair
toward tender treasure

i am your marionette

my hands fulfill
your desires
from afar,

but the pleasure
is all mine

my body rubs
against my palm
as fingers slide swiftly,
well lubricated
by the wet pleasure
within

my mouth gapes
slightly
as the scent
of sexuality
oozes from my
skin

the pace quickens
my heart beats in near-rhythm
with the rapid plunging

water-wrinkled
fingertips
like soft,
california-conceived
raisins

toy with my
breast
as I feel the heat
heighten
within

and my breath catches
in my chest
as pleasure comes
to capture me
for one long-awaited
moment of
release

i exhale

hands fall limp
at sides
as i sink deeper
into the water

smiling softly,
i open my eyes