A Symphony On Silk. Poem by Barry Thompson

Many moonbeams joyfully danced on soft supple skin,
pale mottled images fluttering, from toes petite to chin,
inflamed passion lay latent until the view shown before
eager to relish rewards of her body and to then explore.

I reached and stroked the skin so silky smooth to touch,
never was deep love so truly felt or passion of this much.
As I marvelled at the eager hardness intent upon release,
flaring flames intensified and emotion began to increase.

She turned on to her back and gave a happy caring smile,
as I lay back contented to admire her beauty for the while.
The night was young and serene, joyful hours were ahead,
as we whispered sweet endearments on the king size bed.

Entranced I gazed as moonlight, gave her skin a rosy glow
and the dance quickened as a breeze began to gently blow,
the curtain lace was rising, flapping high in a rhythmic beat,
while I kissed her exquisite ankles and dainty delicate feet.

I placed my fingers between those pert thrusting breasts,
twin quivering waves on a sea of delicious pointed crests
and traced a line around them to that valley down below
and found it was a pure heart shape around a cute torso.

My fingers followed fitfully on the path of silky creamy skin,
a maestro’s baton of harmony conceived deep down within
and played a symphony during its’ refrain until the very end,
to dizzy heights of ecstasy from the music my fingers send.