One by One

Anticpated pleasure
just around the bend,

selfishly, I'm at the task
of making sure it does not end.

With the silkiness of satin
my fingers trace her skin,

not absolutely sure, at first
if I should dare begin.

I squeeze a caress from fingertips
that glide without a sound,

while she busily reciprocates
with passions that astound!

Gyrations produce dividends
that exceed my wildest dreams,

and, neither of us lovers
can get enough, or so it seems.

Finally, a crescendo builds
and Passions' peak is done,

satisfied, we each drift away
towards a slumber, that makes us, "one".