Moon, full, blue & white beams glide across the soft scattered Egyptian linen, play a joyful hide and seek with the night.
Her breath in rhythm with my heart…her skin glistening with sweet, salty nectar;
Incense drifts through the room, its smoke snakes toward the open window, careless, exotic, enticing, giddy, delirious…
Flickering candles, wink as the gentle salt summer breeze kisses them, illuminating the half eaten mango, dark chocolate…red chili, spicy, sweet and sensuous…
Hear the beat of the drums calling, pounding, pulsing, and primal
Feel the heat of the samba, eternally desired yet urgently final.
Move in rhythm…eyes closed, senses heightened with the touch of supple seduction
Intoxicating delight of tender cinnamon mocha skin brushing against the soul…
Sway from side to side like elegant palms in the trade winds…small of the back arched, reaching, wanting, anticipating and breathlessly whispering against the neck, not knowing if promises of ecstasy reach the ear.
Hear the beat of the drums calling, pounding, pulsing, and primal
Feel the heat of the samba, eternally desired yet urgently final.
© 4/20/2009
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