Unashamed

Belted silver coins cascade, kissing flank and rounded thighs,
each step rousing a seductive melody; calling him to her.
Delicate fingers lost in sinew; reading the man….soothing….igniting,
half-hidden by his thunder, a brooding body of stone.
A body desecrated by battle-hungry men and rubbed smooth by her surrender…
female, honey-sweet surrender…warm….soft….breathless.

Moving only for him, hips sway in unspoken beckoning,
a whisper of white against liquid amber flesh.
Bloodthirsty cables trace their way under ochre skin….male….burnished and musky,
his heady scent still covering her, staking its claim.
A primal, unchallenged claim. Kneeling she offers her wrists in submission…
feminine, honey-sweet submission…..total….delicate….unashamed.

Touch Of Cinnamon