I can see without looking <br />your expression of liquid imaginations, <br />a wide awake dream of musky essences <br />and sweet ambrosial delights. <br /> <br />Your breath on my neck <br />warm in the sighing arousal, <br />ragged as a staccato fugue <br />of violin flavored voices. <br /> <br />Moonlit stripes across bare skin <br />like the bars of a musical score, <br />being written <br />moment by moment <br />touch by touch <br />kiss by kiss... <br />the crescendo of release <br />a sonata of the divine.<br /><br />Tracey Witt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/violin-flavored-voices/
