Love's Sweet Altar

Blue eyes shine
Bright with eager trepidation
Sweet limbs stretched taunt
Spread-eagled, strapped, outstretched
On desire’s sweet terrible altar
She rises her hips
To my hand’s purposeful ardor
Scarves stretch, but give not
Sweating muscles roll in passion against restraint
Beneath lovely tanned skin
Soft hips rise
And fall
Only to rise again
Convulsing, trembling
Biting her lip
She calls my name
I do not answer
At least not with words.