Divertimento Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Before, behind, between, above, below -
a sinuous sweep of hands caressing.
Love-tossed and willing, passionately so,
I unravel in this acquiescing.
Love is a spirit that pours from his lips.
He opens my soul with his fingertips.

Threads of light gather at his fingertips
as he turns me on, above and below.
The ripeness exudes from glistening lips -
the crimson crown of carnal caressing;
and I am a tempest acquiescing,
lost in this moment, desperately so.

Forbidden fruit is always sweet, sweet so
sweet as it rolls between his fingertips
teasing, touching until acquiescing.
Heaven is brimming in his hands below.
The earth stirs beneath twilight's caressing
as starlight shines on my shimmering lips.

His sexy lips are lascivious lips,
lustful tongue licking, enticingly so.
His tongue to crack, enticing, caressing,
and the wicked way of his fingertips,
dips into the fountain of love below
until it's licked dry and acquiescing.

Secrets are open and acquiescing,
no longer hidden from my lover's lips.
The tormenting bliss is teasing below,
a torturous beast and ardently so!
Moving like music to his fingertips,
my body responds to his caressing.

And how shall I withstand this caressing,
the wind that blows me to acquiescing?
And how shall I dance at his fingertips,
to the lust of love that covers his lips?
I am a woman, and I am weak with so
much desire due to his touches below.

Flesh made fire below in the cove of caressing.
Two lovers will it so, two hearts acquiescing,
sweet licentious lips, spirit sprung from fingertips.