a silent coaxing

 

A silent coaxing.

 The waters hot  the mood sultry

the light sexy the fragrance musky

unhurried curves the bath prepared

toward the milky depths a step he dared.

No words were shared mere looks did speak

his mouth real dry his knees real weak

she beckoned with her hand for him to sit

his body the water swallowed bit by bit.

The heat his muscles did relax

her hands his oiled skin with care did wax

and just as he thought this was the treat

the slide of her body on him the feat.

Still no words spoken
The magic not broken
Her treat of him the token
The man in him awoken.

He held her close, real close, so close
her nearness her form the perfect dose
and thus his stress did leave him be
eventually understanding what she wanted him to see.

It was not the treat nor her he realised
his mind and body he had held paralysed
and with her silent coaxing to let go
his masculine sensuality no longer woe.

He was the answer all along
the boundaries of uncertainty now were gone
she showed him his fears how to face
a lighter  more assured step now was his pace. 

RB.