black lace encasing your devine mold
watching stilletto movements in the candles darkness
a thought arises of the method
(the plan of attack)
the petals of clothing falling
a flowers decay
to reveal the butterfly below
(a spousal warmth known only by the ring bearer)
he quivers at the touch
a rhythmic throbbing of pain
the ache of anticipation
an aroma embeded in the cortex
now a reflex to suckle and root
as the grip strengthens and limbs flex closer
pleasure on the horizon
her eyes fixed on the inner lids
lips trapped beneath the clench of teeth
soon the lordotic posture of release
as the mist runs between the finger-tips
loves scent between the blank sheets
lingers as a reminder of our biologic deed.
