TONIGHT

©2003 Elizabeth L. Clark

Tonight is ours. Lights down low, music floating past like whispers. Our bed, soft, inviting, covers turned down like the open arms of a lover.

I taste the wine from your lips, hear the song of love from your sighs. Tonight I am yours, do with me as you please, just do not let me go.

Tonight your hands caress me, making me moan, plead for more. Tonight I can deny you nothing beloved, take what you will, it is all yours.

Tonight we ride the waves of loving passion, writhing, dipping again and again into the well of desire. Legs opening like roses, petals unfurling, dew kissed and tasting of need and love.

Sweetness flows from us, being sampled by eager tongues. Fingers stroke and tease velvety flesh.

Over and over we reach the edge of the abyss and glide over, our cries lingering in the passion filled air. You are ever in control and I follow gladly, willingly.

When at last we hold each other, kissing, sharing the fading tastes of our love-making, your strong arms anchor me to reality and guide me home.

Tonight and every night my beloved... I am yours.