Tempest By Ron Porter

in silks and satin,? ?she coms to me fire in her hair?; ?moon in her eyes perfumed neck,? ?and wrists,? ?and thighs and soft sighs fill the shadows when she shakes loose her tresses and her pastel,? ?pink kimono flutters to the floor there is hunger in her kisses her shoulders taste like apple wine she whispers as sweetly as angels sing caresses as gently as a butterfly wing music humming in my fingers magic strikes,? ?like the first flash of lightning in a storm she moves like waves upon the sea. as does a clipper ship ?,? ?i ride the swell slient thunder about us roars flesh forgotten as spirit soars then,? ?in the after tempest calm one quick promise?; ?and she is gone I know she'll come...? ?again