Poetess in motion

I looked at her all the while.
As she rode me in abandoned glory

She had drifted in her space.
I tried capturing the myriad ecstasies swimming on her face.
But I couldn't.
She belonged to a different league.
Unparalleled was her esoteric sexuality
Engulfing everything that I offered.
Swirling my senses and taking me over.

She was the poetess in motion.
Relentlessly extravagant,
Redefining love making with her unquenchable passion.
Intoxicated, I kept framing her
Nestled in her bosom.
So bounteous were they, blossomed in grace.
Rapturous was I, in their luxury.

Minutes ticked to an hour.
The poetess imprinted verses in every part of my core.
Exhausting and emptying each other's essence.
Yet nourished in the luscious session.

Finally I closed my eyes.
Realising she is the one, I was yearning for.