Naked of Every Cloth

Your body standing naked, soft and warm,
Drives me to want to worship your lithe form;
I want to touch and taste your happy mounds
And hear you make the little thrilling sounds
That tell me that you also ache for me
And ache to join me in a trip to ecstacy.
I want to gently place my hand upon
Your womanhood until your juices run.

I want to lay you on a clean white sheet
And raise you to an incandescent heat,
To open you with fingers, tongue and lips
Until I kneel before your perfect hips
To fill you and to feel your eager grasp
And listen for your sweet orgasmic gasp.