by Christine Joseph
Laying within the deepness of sweet slumber
I awaken to the strange sensation
of caresses and kisses
My body, unwillingly responds
arching toward the unknown source of pleasure
is this a dream?
No, something this strong could not be just
in my imagination
so real. . .
my eyes slowly open, revealing a set
of handsome brown eyes gazing at me in wonder
his hands brush me with tenderness
worshiping each curve and crevice
My soft moan only seems to urge him on
His arms wrap around me, pulling me close
to his hard body
my nipples gently brush his amazingly soft skin
lips part, touches intensify
kisses sweeter than molasses consume my soul
the soft sounds of our ecstacy fill the room
enraptured in each other we surely are
closed off from the outside world
Our bodies move in exquisite rhythm
over slippery red satin sheets
pausing for a moment of breath
then returning to the fierceness of making love
legs entwining, exploring once again
the innocence of Adam and Eve
in our own Garden of Eden
our paradise. .our world full of sweet surprises. .