For Him Alone

He could scarcely bear

touching and stroking

her lush vanilla skin,

afraid for their love

to ever end.

He laid her down,

drawing her honeyed

breasts into his mouth,

savoring the sensual taste.

He gulped her aroma,

that of cherries and lavender,

and breathed her in

as he traced his tongue

down her moist body

to her throbbing center

which tasted of

freshly mown grass –

a delicacy for his senses.

Caressing her hips

he drew her to his

spooned masculinity

stirring her to

a cauldron of hotness

and smoldering wetness

until their cream and sugar

melded together in

a melting pot

of climaxing lust.

He knew he could never

leave her, wanting

to encompass her

forever where she

would be at his

beck and call,

encased where

she could never escape.

He punctured her soft

chocolatey neck with

his teeth, spurting blood

running in crimson streams

of fruited beauty

down his body,

leaving a white outline

where she was lying,

silent contours,

for eternity.

He bathed her

frozen body with

crushed strawberries

and arranged her

as a fragrant feast

on a tableau

of silk rose petals

where he could

partake of her beauty

with not only his eyes

but his body,

leaving her purity

with deep wounds

that would never

         CLOSE,

REMAINING OPEN

 FOR HIM ALONE.