I dance to you and tempt you with my heat.
Smiling, your eyes crinkle in that way I love.

I lose my head as I swirl with the music.
I feel you watch me use my hands to
motion for you to come closer so I can 
whisper in your ear.  
Silky words causing sensations so swift
and sensual that you pull me on top of 
you and we kiss and talk in each other's
mouth.

Intimacy, a language we pretend we 
invented. 
Prose so rich it seems a divine being 
taught our tongues how to speak of all 
the incidental allusions that cause us to 
murmur desires of debauchery.
Boundless permissiveness granted by the
mutual flame our tongues ignite.

The rub of your tongue is a chapter all its 
own in this chronicle of lovers loving.
My back arches, my hips press upwards
and your hands pull them to your face. 
Your words, vague and slippery with your
mouth full of me and my mouth chanting 
a vocal symphony of oohs and aahs.

Eyes filled with hunger for you, I reach 
and grip your firmness.
Your arousal coating the tips of my 
fingers that I use with my palms to 
massage your hardened, heavy shaft. 
I turn over to present myself to you. 
Accepting with alacrity and prompting 
without words for this primal, creamy 
coupling whose time is near.

Your downy fur against the softness of 
my skin makes me purr with contentment 
as I push back upon you tight and slick.
Nothing is taboo as we join fervently.
Your breath hot on my neck and in my hair.
My tongue licks your tongue and we kiss 
lustfully as grunts. groans and slurps 
become our private, penetrative language.

You hold me and I feel your full weight on 
top of me secure and sheltered. 
Our passion sated for a time as we lie in 
silence.
We turn over together. 
Your eyes smile again before closing and 
we cuddle comfortably, free falling into a 
deep and peaceful sleep.