Taking Her Time

Sensuality parts her lips and hoods his eyes.
Hours pass like minutes, as she revels in him.
Yesterday gives way to a dark dawn neither see
While sticky sensations ease her languorous journey.

Her nails trail scratches along athletic thighs.
Still the slow dance of her tongue on his skin goes on
Past soft down, to his scented forest of hair.
Senses beyond the five take hold as her tongue flicks.

Heaven, he thinks, begins when her lips slide up his shaft.
Though other words whisper as her mouth opens to him.
Revelation and reverence groan from his dry throat,
Hers is moist, tasting droplets he offers to her.

Overtly teasing, she takes him to still deeper recesses.
Once tasted, felt, enjoyed: she can no longer torment him.
With her need to drink of him, she quickens her movements
Until he has no choice but to answer with his hips.

His ectasy grinds hard between her lips and she takes him.
His journey to enlightenment begins with chanted prayers.
Calling out her name, and descending into madness,
Release will free his spirit from limitations of the flesh.

In the moments where hours pass like minutes,
She drinks of this communion offering.
Spirit, flesh, heart; these two are as one.
With upturned lips glistening from the joy he wrought . . .

Yin meets yang and another hour turns to yesterday.