Sensual Musk

the night dark and bleak ... it was raining ...

having escaped from one roll of thunder to another street where it was not raining,

but even so a light shower of damp jewels filled the air,

shivering in her coat; the air filled with a polite drum from the surrounding sirens; forces of shadow life,an echo onto the ear drums of life !

still there was more to be done..

her heart beat steadily as she stood under the guttering; day dreaming of the night & sweet passion of it..

so much depended on the mood in the light of candles,

her heart skipped a beat as He caressed her lips with a rose.. her blood so hot she smelled of scented oil, The oil that she had rubbed into her skin earlier to aid her bruised back..

there was meaning in romantic dance.. as his lips played across hers..
 the thought's of ballet slipped deeper into her subconscious,

Her back arched deeply, her mood excited by his musk; his scent & his maleness..

She ran her hands over his neck.. cupping his face to her naked shoulders..

slipping a kiss onto his head; they breathed together.. hearts racing.. the tension,

That feeling we all get to the pounding of skin deep into the act of love..

the moment hung like oiled honey jewels on a web of passion that they both embraced with a heart felt longing ..

the time radiating a hot glow in the light of her soul.