Sense and Sensuality

In the coverlet of scented dusk, I feel you closely watch the swell And contours of my fluid shape, Lithe willow in the perfumed musk That drifts around, aflame with spice, Aromatic, piquant, sweet as well; A single gasp may then escape, A heady breath of fire and ice. And as you look, your pulse I track, Below the surface of your skin, My eyes adjusted to the night, Observes your essence there and back. The hollow naval I espy, Provokes my mind to wondering If sense and sensuality might Be bread and wine to you and I...