Beneath Darkling Coverlets

Some flowers bloom well into twilight, moonlight mesmerizes them, leads them into dreams of distant dawns. The velvet drapes of summer do not offend them, rather they entice as they bathe within deeply tidal lullabies. Gently the blossoms succumb, gentle is the soft enfolding. A warmed and darkening air descends to couple with the intimate scents of floral favors, perfumes that linger upon wafts of intimacy. all hidden by sequestering shadows, an efflorescence is shared within a sanctuary of confidential pleasures, raptures far from the harsh dazzle of daylights prying gaze.