Guinevere To Arthur Being Coy

Oh, my darling Arthur, this euphoric feeling what is it? Is it something from sensual pleasure? Or something in my dreams? Is it perspiration glistening on a manly chest? Or when I have rivulets of perspiration running between my breasts? Is it lying on a beach somewhere when bodies meet as one? With waves crashing rhythmically a thrust with every one? Is it when one runs a hand up and down my body with such a careful touch? Hardly touching my skin at all, but it still seems to burn so much. The glistening of thigh beneath a gown, that catches my dream just briefly. Or the décolleté so smooth and soft when lips caress so sweetly? Oh, my darling Arthur, this euphoric feeling what is it? Is it something from sensual pleasure? Or something in my dreams? Lying with you on the riverside regaining control of gasping breath, the ripples down the spine, the dampness I feel on your back. The tenderness and trembling, as I can feel the weight of you, but you’re not heavy you are my lover so true. I welcome the feel of skin, the muscular stomach so smooth and tanned the cupping of my breast in your large hands. The sweet caress that sets me on fire the look in your eyes strong with desire. The waking, but I want to feel more, when will it be my turn? You are the man i adore. 26/6/2020 Entered into Silent One’s Sensuality poetry contest.