The One She Truly Knew

I pushed the door as if a whisper into where she slept,
Spread out for the taking as the secret she had kept,
Her fingers glistened in the light of that lonely afternoon,
When I arrived to watch her sleep, from where she laid in swoon.
I tiptoed to her side to see her flesh still flushed with use,
Her velvet wings an invitation plied apart and loose,
Her swollen tips still bore the taste her lips had suckled soft,
The smile she wore still told the tale within the hidden loft.
She laid as if it might have been a screamed imagined tryst,
One hand still wet with nectar's dew, her legs still soaked with mist,
Her stomach slowly heaved with sighs, her thighs still wide to feel,
And there upon her lips remained, my name so vivid real,

She looked as though she'd tamed the beast, her skin still salted well,
Her flesh still pinkened as she slept, her mind still in the spell,
I wondered if that she'd respond to a kiss placed perfectly,
Upon the place still red from where her climax meant to be.
I placed my hands so gentle right beside her rounded hips,
Leaned until my face was framed and tongue upon her lips,
Spreading tender flesh apart, inhaling what had been,
Seeing how it still could be the way it was back then,
With just the slightest taste to take to tease it to attention,
Sliding hands beneath her hips, assuring their ascention,
Tracing length of swollen folds and fingers squeezing flesh,
I heard a moan and saw her eyes now wide between her breasts,
Her dream came true to feel the whisper dance along the edge,
To bring her towards the peak again to toe the steepest ledge,
And once again my name became the sounds upon her tongue,
The thrust was slow and torturous as the tempest's song was sung,
She saw his eyes rise silently, their depths his breath and more,
She smiled and knew that once again he'd found her secret door,
That led him to the tempted lair where she would please him too,
Her hands upon her only love, the one she truly new....