Opus In Silk

She who holds a seamlessly symmetrical silhouette 
so supple to the touch 
coupled by hips on sticks of tango, that inimitable set of pins 
simper at all that you clutch 

Bob nearer the eyes of delight 
now attune and bound for that which you pine. 
sweet quarry in search of marvel, of unmoved bliss 
of skin against skin and devoid of the wine 

Posture within posture you exude the line 
that this foreplay is vessel to where 
and piece in arriving where you began 
tender so to flatter the tips of foothills 
and the tally of the gentle man. 

He fastidious with his touches and the gather 
Dosed with melodious songs of time 
that dance inside a stone-solid nightstick 
making shape of fervent ferry 
perfect in rhythm, poignant in rhyme 

Edging toward frenzy, blinded by light that cuts athwart 
He in whisper, you in shiver, ever-soft, all through the night. 
You embrace and clutch that which you won. 
Two mere afloat - amid sugary scented, tepid milk 
and silk of a tensile strength higher than the foil. 
Both in concert but as one. 

Revel inside the puff and wail delight 
bask in pallid threads of all heavens 
and darkle with enchanted angels. 
Blush, preserve the sevens and elevens 

Yelp at the moon and talk in tongues 
assent to leer toward implosion 
Near slumber now, etch precious 
beside the scent of the richest of teas 
and bouquets of nomadic autumn 

Sleep over leaves that are green 
and kaleidoscope-vivid 
enhance your reverie and tempt the pungent perfume 
of the tenderly-parented Pinot

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