Seduction Couch

Seduction Couch


The seduction couch is set, the candles lit.
The drinks are poured and the caviar awaits.
On the soft, comfortable sofa we settle.
(One false move and everything could fall apart.)
Eyes meet with hesitant anticipation.

We engage in a bit of playful banter,
some frivolous repartee, not serious
conversation which could derail the evening.
I compliment you on your rich, lustrous hair.
You smile. I compliment you on that as well.

So far, the evening is progressing smoothly.
I detect that you are starting to relax.
We discuss our tastes in music, books and film.
I put on my favorite Billie Holiday.
We groove to the mellow notes of "Summertime."

We succumb to a place "where fish are jumpin'
... You'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky"
Who could resist the dulcet tones of lovely
Lady Day? From here the only place to go
is some low down, dirty blues from Chicago.

I trace my finger down your perfect nose.
Your eyes close in wondering expectation.
I place my lips on them, gently and softly.
I kiss your cheek and the scent of your breath
falls warm and sweet igniting my passion.

Our lips meet warm, soft and so inviting.
Gently we nuzzle, explore the wetness,
savor the aphrodisiac sweetness
then sink into the hypnotic maelstrom
that sweeps us in a delirious fervor.

Honeysuckle rides the gentle evening breeze
bringing goosebumps to our warm, moist, steamy flesh.
We pull closer, our bodies press together.
Our hearts beat in a syncopating rhythm
as blood courses ever faster through our veins.

The scent of your hair arouses my ardor.
My tongue traces the line of your neck and throat
then continues south to explore more pleasures.
Your body responds to each kiss and caress
with quivers and moans as desire overwhelms.

Clothes seem alien as we try to rid them;
sleeves, pant legs and buttons become entangled
restricting movement, holding us prisoner.
Working in unison we manage the task
and bask in boundless freedom of nakedness.

Your body is an undulating landscape
abundant with hills, valleys, peaks and crevices
Shadowed by the flickering of candlelight.
In wonderment and excitement we explore,
tasting, inhaling the heady scent of lust.

Each feature is wantonly admired,
stroked, manipulated, kissed, sucked and teased.
Loins aching we move closer to our desire,
committing each precious moment to memory,
culminating in lovers ultimate embrace.

Can there be anything more satisfying?
The world could end with you held tight in my arms
and I wouldn't feel a morsel of regret.
I know that this is as good as it can get.
My future can but pale by comparison.