my beatiful beau

On a bed of  violet  velvet roses  you rest 
Where threads  of soft tension is tested
From  a sweet scent that leaves  no threat
But slides in fine lines of such intricate design
Made in form by hints of my secret and sacred desire 
for  no one knows this aching  I have  for you. 
The rocky hard  is hard  ruddy  with throbs that long to grow Born by images  of soft supple  skin That kissed alive  in  rich passionate  throws Which then begin to rise and  glow when  squeezed.  As  the subtle  muscle is then slowly teased, while inner images  of linking limbs: calves  and thighs -Their very form makes me sigh-

                                                          duly and beautifully arrive
A charged scent now  fills the air
Lifting me above my cares 
To then rise tumultuous
Until 
The rocking quakes and  the shudder of the flower
Peels  a rich bloom  that unveils her beautiful  honesty 
Given freely far from masks  of hypocrisy,
Where her unhindered sexuality is given 
                                                 Intimately,
And so, reality prevails:
it peals away like worn clothes  as my aching unfurls  
In slow  rocked thrusts that is with thunder mixed 
To Thus make  our body's minds  and souls  transfixed. 
And in this place I shudder in our long release, 
As then the Universe now bows down low 
For my lovely 
My wonderful 
My Beautiful beau