His name on her lips
A secret only she can know,
Yet a word of many powers
Hidden delights and desires.
Across her breast
His name stirs their wings,
Windmills of emotions,
Testing her depths.
Beating beating wings,
Tempest in breast and throat,
Quick shallow breaths
Evidence of her erupting love.
Again, his name, a sinful prayer,
A dear plea, a wish, a dream,
From inside a carnal touch,
Warmth, love, marking her within.
Like dancers on fire,
The butterflies spread,
From belly to breast,
To mind, to sex... filling her.
A sudden flare, rising flames,
A sudden extinguishing,
A memory his name on her lips,
Which only she may speak.
Donovan Baldwin