An Observed Interlude
I chose her to be delicious, to be vulnerable, to appear lovely,
she could hear me breathe across the room,
I wanted her to settle her heart in anticipation to hear me freely
gasp while her beauty did my eyes consume
She was there only for the thrill of mystique, our desire
to play with a surreal notion of capture,
without worry she is confident no harm while the fire
of swift passion our bodies could endure.
Hers is a vulnerability meant to be designed with a care
for well being, a pleasant elegance is she
wrapped in silks, a lingerie a man would dream to dare
be the rapture of his fantasy only for free.
the blindfold in the moment to allow my rasps would direct
her hands to sweep her arms to taste an air
of sheer coveted need, as damp tease she could sense a perfect
opportunity now as wanton touch might dare.
I did glance the pensive expression on her lovely face
the sort that indicates arousal is indeed
of a quiet climax soon to moans and my own steady pace
would we together intermingle her lead.
For it is I the observer who steams along for this ride,
I watch as soon her beauty unravels a release
as when now our skin touch, sensation begins a tide
gentle storms select surreal … soft is her peace.