Evening of Passion

Evening of Passion


As the sun slowly sets
He starts to get bolder
Gently caressing
That of her shoulder

Sending chills
Down her back
Her eyes are filled
With insatiable desire
Unexplainable
Is the sensuality of their passion and fire

Slowly but surely
His gentile touch goes
From the small of her back
Down to her toes

His lips meet hers
As their lust grows
She is shocked, and amazed
At all this man knows
For with every kiss
Every touch
Brings her touch

An astounding form of wanting
They yearn to go further
As the moon light shines
Through the trees and the vine
Oh so slightly, he kisses
The arch of her neck

Slowly they remove
One another’s attire
Each removal of cloth
Brings an extraordinary craving,
But both know
That the prolonging of this feeling
Their bodies demand
Shall bring such waves of pleasure
That last for hours on end

This seems like torture
Torture, indeed  
These exotic acts of foreplay
For which one not need
But prolonging the pleasure
It is meant to indeed

Her deep blue eyes
As drowning as the sea
It was love
In the first degree

Now her body
As beautiful as a blossoming flower
Beauty so breathtaking
It could leave the vocals no power

He just stood there
Unable to move 
For her beauty is mesmerizing
He is in a trance
Now it is her turn
To lead this late night dance

Her lips touch his

Still paralyzed

By those beautiful

Beautiful

Beautiful eyes

Now his lips touch her lips
Below the face

Not needed is hace
For this is no race

She pleaded him stay
For in this life she had experienced
No feeling the same
As she came once
Twice, then thrice
She began to crave
This man inside
Beside and near
For this time she had
Absolutely no fear

This foreplay was pleasing
Yet at the same time
It seemed like torture
But yet so divine

Soon they were locked
In positions of love

In the heat of the moment
They both reached a climax
With ecstatic waves of pleasure

Forever they would remember
This night of passion

Now like a wave
Rolling out to sea
Over this was evening
As if pushed
By that ocean breeze
It all began
With the touch of a shoulder
Like that it had seemed
It ended so quickly

But to their delight
A newborn shall arrive
After this night

Though now this evening
Is now just an ecstatic memory

It shall never be rewritten 
Forgotten, or undone
This evening of passion
Has now burned into the sun

Copyright © Michael Harris | Year Posted 2006

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