Fruit of the Gods

Your body dances to the touch of my fingers
My heart beats fast.
A glint in your eye,
As I start to tremble
faced with perfection.
A beauty that would fill narcissus with jealousy.
I kiss the inside of your thigh
My lips glide across you like mist on a pond
Our tango begins,
Our rhythm,
Our bodies in perfect synchronization
You rock your hips
And I am lost in a sea of pleasure.
Your ambrosia,
sweet on my tongue.
Your body tenses and shudders 
a moan escapes from behind pursed lips,
a held tongue now released.
I drink you in and and we are brought to ecstasy