At the edge of the precipice, my nerves rippling with electricity,
i tumbled down into you,
past mountains of unknown fears
and came to rest against a strong fiery thigh.
“MMMmmm, ” you purred,
as my tongue sang wicked songs
to your wanton shadows,
fingers groping their way inside,
pressing, reaching, thrusting, rubbing
leaving the mind unable to speak except to repeat,
over and over,
“Beautiful, beautiful lover,”
my prayer of thanksgiving, whispered in reverence,
as silent music pulses through you in waves,
as your body `continues to dance to it`s sweet music ...
