Whispered

A thigh gasps as puffed whispered caresses
Sashay northbound on a southern landscape;
Breathing so hot as to singe a caldron,
A tongue follows, pursuing lightly draped
Dips and hollows, ravenously probing
In search of pleasure so intensely rich
As to color the evening luminous;
Peeking into the shadows, another niche
Advances into the amalgam of sensation,
Ardently adamant, hushed words tremble,
Soon lost amid the crackling of the fire
In the old stone hearth where ghosts assemble;
Screams of carnality deftly allayed,
Groans lost in the stillness where they have strayed.