Adorned Like the Night

she lays out in the warm sun scented with the romantic notions of moonlight her illustrated eyes slowly wander me like a sensual thought left to drift like a sweet dream left to thrive she lays out in the summer daylight adorned like she is the treasure of night echo of her deepest echo of her darkest like a soft promise of like a sweet dream of she lays out in the warm sun her head alive with refined and delicate beauty her lips have poised wet meanings silently implied while her hand wanders its loose fingers along your roughness seeking and finding the soft spot between bitterness and delight and there she sees me melts onto the cool crisp bedsheets and into my waiting arms nothing makes her desire the night more than desire itself