Incantation of Seduction

I felt your hand bunched in Egyptian cotton, unbinding a day’s inhibitions, fabric curtained and fell, with it restraint floated away you come within fingers of breath from my lips, a tongue’s touch of bare tips stroking desire the scent of your lust, overwhelmed as a bead of desire, pooled to the corner of my mouth, I could taste in you musk and oak, that wafted on invisible incantations pulsing the air, you smelt so good I could have eaten you as I did, your desire unleashed