Breathing
Amid midnight's gentle ticking,
My dull heart keeps on beating,
Moonlight beams are trickling,
His deep voice is my greeting.
My passion surges rising,
His arms strong & embracing,
I set sail upon his horizon,
Dull heartbeat turn to racing.
Our eyes glance & remain starring,
Back arches towards rearing,
Deep heat inside me seething,
Until rest completed, we are breathing.
(c)2016 PJ Bayliss
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