sensual haiku sextet set one

Lost in the moment
Forged in her soft kisses
In-tension: released.

She wrestles in waves
But as her silk skin bumps alive
Her breath leaves a mark.

My pulse quickens now
With the tip of my finger;
That traces a tease.

Beads of sweet scent curl
snakelike from your raised soft mound 
To rest on my tongue.

In such soft slow strokes
I tease her damp budding rose
Then feel her shudder.

In our wild movements
We are lost in our soft strokes:
Then come together.

©_adh2013