Sweet Soft

Gypsy Kings: Love and Liberte

 

Sweet soft she spoke

As his tantalizing trace upon her thigh
Evoked
Comforted closure
Of her eyes
Followed by
An open invitation
For a moment
No disguise

The flame smoldered

In haze
Vision became clear
As

She could be she

And he could be he
If only for a moment

The fire grew

Sweet soft she spoke
Kisses comforting
Began
Fanning flames
Matching rise
Of heated lips
Patient persistence
Toward prize

The fire danced

Arching press

Raptured response
For the moment
Where she was she
And he was he
As

The fire consumed all

And in the staggered sigh

Of a steady return
Sweet soft she spoke
So soft
So sweet