Foreplay

Fragrant words rise from the pages with acts of courage and chivalry.
Soft tales etched into eternity with ink as blood.  Committed, loud.
Dreams running riot as they push for realities.  
Acknowledgement in the midst of the chaos of focused attentions.
Set free to be the mindset, the bold tattoo beating hard, the fixational truth.

Endured by Time's lonely rampages, the vellum sweats.  
Waiting to be devoured by hungry, beautiful eyes.  
The crumpling sounds as soft hands awaken the whispers behind the words.
Understanding just a desire of the spark drawn out of the creator.
Where the nomenclature idles, ready to be spoken aloud to receptive ears.

Masked in sweet lovers guise, the carnal, guttural tones begin to appear.
Dressed in layers and woven into the fabric.  Veiled, the form strips to tease.
Read again, entendres extracted and revealed.  Mouth a gasp to writers delight.
Heaving bosom and quickened pulse the only signs of ideas grasped.
What the mind now desires, hidden by thin strips of cloth.