Violin Flavored Voices Poem by Tracey Witt

I can see without looking
your expression of liquid imaginations,
a wide awake dream of musky essences
and sweet ambrosial delights.

Your breath on my neck
warm in the sighing arousal,
ragged as a staccato fugue
of violin flavored voices.

Moonlit stripes across bare skin
like the bars of a musical score,
being written
moment by moment
touch by touch
kiss by kiss...
the crescendo of release
a sonata of the divine.