From the tips of these Titian curls
To the pink peaks of this soft flesh
You set me ablaze
You melt down my core
This woman your fire

This velvet
Against my skin

This velvet
Dripping its heat

This velvet
Without your body
Merciless, incomplete

At once
Light and shade
Vice and virtue
Your woman
Of innocence and sin

All day, every day, as the clock ticks, as my clock tocks, my desire, my body they take me to you, opening, revealing, offering themselves to the secrets of your lust, transporting me in an instant to the white expanse of the bed, to the pull of the straps, the softness of silk, the slippery nylon sheathing these smooth, fair legs, to your hands seizing me, suspending my motion, holding me tight, in place for your addictive possession, to your lips caressing my soft skin, to your tongue savouring my burning flesh, to your fingers teasing the sodden ebony mesh, to your impatient cock plunging in, your thick hardness filling me to the brim, to our bodies furiously meeting, sensuously melding, to our bodies fused together in a moment without end.

Because
The thought of you
This passion for you
Still tear this woman to shreds

The night is cold
Its darkness lonely
The warm softness of this body
Too great to bear

Each time we walk away, each time we part, I am lost, lost to myself, to the heat and heart of my desire, bare and adrift in the sensory deep, this body longing, yearning for your landfall, this mind myopic, these lips unable to articulate, this woman finding only darkness in the light.

Without you
Filling the space beside me
The secret ache inside me
There is nothing
Nothing
But the blue

Somehow, his scent lingers in the cuff, the heady mix of his cologne and his unique musk clinging to the luxurious towelling threads even after their purification in the water and the wind and the hot midday sun, enticing her to inhale deeply this reminder, to draw in his remainder, compelling her supple body to wake, to reach out, to crave his primal urgencies and lingering sensualities anew.