Scent of Contentment

by f-cynyr ©

The embrace becomes
a quick clutter of scurrying hands,
of frantic peeling and unmasking to
exposure and final reveal.
Urgent interrogating lips
stumble in the slide
along ripe scented skin.

Craving flows swollen hunger along
folds and mounds until
escaped passions
unfurl and
trail across tender inner thighs,
to a crease slick with
pleading.

Lips mumble and slur,
prompting tongue to swirl
nipples hardened
in the tumble to defection.

The scrabble of hands
and stutter of lips, snared and
beguiled by pleading surrender,
are released into the final reveal.

In the heart and whisper
of rapture,
the furling of limbs and hands
quenched and collected,
ease into the soft tousle
and scent of contentment.