Body Song

my fingertips
touch …
tender, but with melodic intent
you tremble
just SO …
and sigh sweetly
the delightful answer
to my questioning hands
a gentle press …
your supple curves against me
fitting me like dovetail
your quivers …
soft-thrumming my flesh
matching your moans
the hushing pulse of your body
urges me on …
your swan-like neck
satin beneath my hot palm
as it moves lower
pressing …
deft digits dancing across you
like a wild Spaniard
we are … one
our purpose, the same
oh, sing to me now
let my passion be your cry
let our lullabies of love and desire
move souls …
and ache hearts
my beloved …
guitar.