His Evening's Mystery
And my eyes are beguiled
to climb into the grace
of his evening’s mystery ,
likened to a fragrant embrace
so radiant in its spell : that I glide
through a cruise of dreams,
enchanting as summer's warm river
flowing gently into me.
His whispers bid my lips closer
while the musky dew, the moist hush
quenches us into the moonlight;
bestowing duskfall, our communion...
that from morn beginning, love's silence
holds me tenderly nourished.
Best romantic write May-July 2017 Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton Reposted 7/26/2018
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2017
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