The fireplace, low in its flame,
added shadowy contours to her naked curves.
A blindfold graced her eyes,
the first scarf floated across her shoulders,
and guided by His deft skill,
wrapped around her elbows,
insisting her arms grace her back.
Wide silken draperies followed,
each laying softly upon her,
weaving their tapestry,
Silence permeated by her faint sighs,
and the hushed tones of the migratory material,
as it flapped open, then hovered, then rested upon her.
Time measured by the layering,
its seconds and minutes dictated by Him.
A sculpture in silk,
her sex left exposed
for the air to kiss,
and for Him to pleasure
and be pleasured.