There is a sensuality in the sunlight
as it reflects off pale fresh.
Skin that shimmers under his glow
Skin that craves the soft, light oils
And wishes for the touch of strong hands
Powerful hands
Loving hands
Hands that sooth as well as inspire
Her skin to sing in joyous waves
Waves that crest over her senses
Willing her to cry out
Choosing her words for her
The sunlight drenches her delicate flesh
As consuming as the hands that apply the oil
Smoothing the elixir
Smoothing her flesh
That pale, inviting flesh
His hands glide down her quivering frame
Exploring her delights with oil soaked fingers
Fingers that slide
Questing and slick
Spreading treasures
Those hands coax her to ecstasy
Building a pyre as hot as the light
That shines thru her closed eyelids
Eyes closed in order to feel
Sacrificing sight for touch
His touch
Her muscles tense around his fingers
Fingers that now massage her inner passions
Fingers whose gentle demands
Take her higher
So much higher
Her pale skin shutters.


-Ruefio