My Diaphanous Gown

Silky folds flowing delicately about my feet,
Shimmering gently in the warm night air;
Longing to feel my lover's heartbeat,
Drawing me near, he unties my hair.

Familiar hands upon yielding shoulders,
Soft lips whispering of love this night;
Caresses slowly becoming bolder,
Passions urged onward beneath the moonlight.

Slender ribbons part to reveal a promise,
Ageless in its gift of bold temptation;
No moment will be any sweeter than this,
As transparent as my gown of pure persuasion.

Fragile sighs enfold us in their misty haze,
Our joining carries us closer to the fire;
Eager hands explore, setting our bodies ablaze,
Pulse beats whisper the rhythm of our desire.

Breathless in the grasp of erotic fantasy,
Flesh upon burning flesh, unrestrained;
No longer bound by convention or reality,
Pleasure rules this night with seductive pain.

Honey as rich and sweet as the morning dew,
Exquisitely tasted upon one another's lips;
Gentle moans echo within our rendezvous,
My silken gown cast down beneath trembling hips.

Arms and legs entwine in an intimate embrace,
Flesh glistening in the flickering candlelight;
Lips following fingertips, traced and retraced,
Seductive promises which arouse and excite.

No boundaries, no limits, nothing to fear,
Adrift in your warm embrace, I could drown;
As night fades away and morning draws near,
The golden sunrise lights my diaphanous gown.

Lora Frikken ~ 11-16-02