A magician ensures the mirror is angled just right

There’s an audience of two that harbors attention for four.

He earnestly waits for her entrance into the bedroom 

A lingering applause as his gorgeous accomplice takes the stage

The scent of his cologne is a pleasing scent

A parch mouth is quenched when kisses have moist lips

This poetic sentence captivates her attention

Sipping on his lips until her mouth absorbs every syllable

The magician began to describe his first trick

axplaining that the tattooed cat on his chest contains mystical powers

His silken cape slid to the floor revealing

A panther fitting perfectly on a sculpted pectoral

“Coax him gently and your nipples will purr,” the magician directs.

Hypnotized by his power, she moves closer and begins stroking his ink

Sensing a sensuous chill move warmly about the room

Her actions on him erupt from within 

“How do you do that” she inquires?

Everyone knows a magician never tells.

Her thoughts are distracted setting up a sleight of hand

Pressing soft supple touches on her shoulders and neck

Producing relaxation, as he applies her bondage

Another kiss, this time wet with passion causes her to break free from restrain

Deft hands glide across her stomach and dance upon her face

His voice begins to mesmerize melting her back into position 

Subdued once again she falls weaker with a resounding moan

It reverberates upwards reaching towards the ceiling

He regains control and the crowd reacts with disbelief

Such a sultry performance.

Her body lies limp yet she fights against his strength

Directing the crowd’s attention to a climatic scene

The last bit of her might barely usurping the power of his spell

She taps his wand twice chanting, “Please release me!”

The crowd hung on the edge of their seats ready to rip with eruption

Their anticipation is short lived; it is all part of a magician’s gig

His hand again moves with a deceptive pace

Three fingers placed ever-so-tightly causes her survivability to falter 

She has no choice but to let go grabbing something more giving

The sheets are gripped so tightly she extracts fabric from linen

Begging, “No more! I need to know the secret of this illusion.”

No one has ever made her feel like this.

With her body elevated his emotions push deep

releasing to her spirit the freest gift.

The sky opens up as heaven receives her satisfaction

She disappears in ecstasy, all from the magic of his hands.

A soft whisper confirms what she was dying to know…

The magic of love making has to be shown