Closer Still
Closer still
Long of evening’s moonlit skies
Far beneath its reaching light
Passion claims a lonely heart
As we melt this crimson night
Deeply found of seamless fold
Intertwined our pleasured play
Shadows move on distant shores
As our breath is swept away
Fingers trace along the line
Smooth as silk and spun of love
Moistened dreams in silhouette
Cast of sighing stars above
Tasting slow the sweetest joy
Layered close in rhythm’d time
Dance upon these parted lips
Fruits a’ flowing ~ tempting wine
Formed as one in whispered word
Closer still ~ desires plead
Drenched in heaven’s nectar’d fire
Tenderly to fill the need
Clinging tight as mountains move
Snow capped worries left behind
Deep within this endless realm
Eternally ~ to call you mine
Good night Soupers
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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