Does He

Untitled, a photo by `Vorfas on Flickr.

Does he
know how to use
every sense he has
to delight in you,
I do.

Does he
know how to use his finger tips
to touch and experience
your curves.
To touch the sensitive places
over your heart.
To see your response,
I do.

To listen to your sighs.

Is his
pleasure seeing
you have pleasure,
mine is.

Does he
know how to gently
suck the edges of the
petals into his lips
tasting the dew of your flower,
I do.

Does he
understand the advantage
of the tantric pace and
style and how it begins
long before your touched,
I do.

Does he
know how to use
the instrument of his words to
gently brush the hood of your pleasure,
I do.

But only after
meandering and dancing
the dance of sweet tease
over the plateau of your belly
and to the hollows
of your thighs. Letting his
fingers run untended
exploring the forest and springs.

Does he
know how to lock his eyes
to yours while you build
and climb to the peak of climax,
gauging your pleasure
as pushes himself into you,
I do.

Is he
thankful that you share
yourself with him,
understanding that every moment
with you is a gift
and not a possession?

Does he love your soul
as much as your body,
I do.