To my Silence

 her lips were like my love
to my pleasures undressing

softer than silence

when passion comes my heart
is a nakedness of giving 

she will know her self
for she has waited until now 

it was like a gift unwrapping
in rhythmic beats on pores to pores in  time

so ever comforting.
she pleased...in movements

there was an exhaling  silence
unfolding with crescendos 

she knew her skills of satisfying

her smooth silky soft Nubian skin
dances 
upon me 

Like  a beauty of LoVe
taking my heart...my mind 
to my Soul