His fingers dance in darkness on her spine
Each movement seeking virgin skin to touch,
An architect of gentlest design
A rhythmic masterpiece, almost too much.
Strong hands caress the softness of her back
As chess-like tactics keep her senses high,
She melts like liquid gold, cannot keep track
If this is heaven then please let her die.
She feels the tingle from collar to hip
Electric current pulsing through her bones
Her body soothed as she begins to slip
Far from reality to great unknowns.
And though his touch is fading she’ll remember
The love he showed in guiding her to slumber.