Sacred Symphony

What exhilarates me most
is not in what you do to me
(be it either with your hands, body, or mouth)
but the exaggeration and eagerness, in which you perform
silently upon my body, like a beloved instrument
in which the chorus starts off as a dance of courtship
that lures me in sweetly and gently
to eager seduction
and full fledged concerto
where drums are sounding
and my senses are jumbled notes
upon which to stimulate
my legs into spreading farther
and my hips thrusting more urgently
to the beat of our passion
and to the joy of feeling beautiful
beneath sacred symphony.