"S"

Inside my satin sheets
you move like a
finger entwined
in a silky tendril

The way I twist my hair
when I'm sleepy
stroking, rubbing,
feeling every smooth inch

Knotted, tied, restrained
to your strength
I slide across the sleek
machine you have shared with me

And with my sensual touch
my soft mouth, your warm scent
we sway to a song
our bodies have composed.

This is the music of us
the chorus of "s"
the vibrato of our souls
the rhythm of our senses
the chorus of "s."