The Courtesan’s Earlobe

I lower my lips to whisper into her ear
but my tongue caresses her earlobe
instead.

My lips pause while
a moist appendage
fondles
a dangling
golden earring
teasing
heat from
deep within
her.

She listens as it slides around the curves
breath warm, humid
enveloping her ear
flowing across her cheek
through her hair

each strand wrapped
embraced by the heat
in my breath.

I whisper my deepest
secrets from the core of
my being.
thoughts naked
like an egg without a shell.

Thoughts
passions
lascivious desires
all of her
whispered
into a
receptive ear
for her
ear alone

Passions deep
from countless
lives
coming
from a bottomless
chasm
of longing
and desire
aching
wanting

waiting
for this
moment
alone.