Evening of Passion

Evening of Passion As the sun slowly sets He starts to get bolder Gently caressing That of her shoulder Sending chills Down her back Her eyes are filled With insatiable desire Unexplainable Is the sensuality of their passion and fire Slowly but surely His gentile touch goes From the small of her back Down to her toes His lips meet hers As their lust grows She is shocked, and amazed At all this man knows For with every kiss Every touch Brings her touch An astounding form of wanting They yearn to go further As the moon light shines Through the trees and the vine Oh so slightly, he kisses The arch of her neck Slowly they remove One another’s attire Each removal of cloth Brings an extraordinary craving, But both know That the prolonging of this feeling Their bodies demand Shall bring such waves of pleasure That last for hours on end This seems like torture Torture, indeed These exotic acts of foreplay For which one not need But prolonging the pleasure It is meant to indeed Her deep blue eyes As drowning as the sea It was love In the first degree Now her body As beautiful as a blossoming flower Beauty so breathtaking It could leave the vocals no power He just stood there Unable to move For her beauty is mesmerizing He is in a trance Now it is her turn To lead this late night dance Her lips touch his Still paralyzed By those beautiful Beautiful Beautiful eyes Now his lips touch her lips Below the face Not needed is hace For this is no race She pleaded him stay For in this life she had experienced No feeling the same As she came once Twice, then thrice She began to crave This man inside Beside and near For this time she had Absolutely no fear This foreplay was pleasing Yet at the same time It seemed like torture But yet so divine Soon they were locked In positions of love In the heat of the moment They both reached a climax With ecstatic waves of pleasure Forever they would remember This night of passion Now like a wave Rolling out to sea Over this was evening As if pushed By that ocean breeze It all began With the touch of a shoulder Like that it had seemed It ended so quickly But to their delight A newborn shall arrive After this night Though now this evening Is now just an ecstatic memory It shall never be rewritten Forgotten, or undone This evening of passion Has now burned into the sun