Coquettish, teasing

Smiling, laughing.

She unwrapped herself,

Little by little.

I began to see,

Her true self.

Her fears and hopes, 

Her wants and desires.

The beauty of her heart,

That few would ever see.

She allowed me to touch 

To trace my fingers, 

Over her hidden form.

Her fantasies became real,

For she was bound,

Not by steal or silk,

But by societies cruel bonds.

Gradually,

As my fingers and lips, 

Caressed and danced,

She became free.

Free to be,

All she desired,

To sing,

To dance,

To love.

I will forever 

Hear her shriek of ecstasy,

As she came,

That third time.

Her heart and soul,

Naked and pure,

Yet her body,

A riot of co-mingled 

Juices.

How can I not 

Want her presence

Each moment?

As

Moment by moment 

She nourishes,

My soul.