Islanders - Collaboration With Paul Callus
On the balcony of our room
We stood alone, just you and me
Watching the rising crescent moon
The twinkling undulating sea
Inhaled the salty fragrant air
You had your arm around my waist
Warm breath that flirted on my nape
The teasing lips ready to taste
Let out a sigh, there was no haste,
It was yet early in the night
Temptation waited by the side
It lingered, silent, out of sight
I’d longed for moments just like this
You smelt so good, tasted divine
Our lips were locked in urgent kiss
Full bodied gift like rich red wine
Your gentle hands removed my dress
Dilating eyes filled with delight
For I wore not my thermal vest
The heated passion filled the night
A cloud went by, obscured the moon
Now things were not how they should seem
I was alone, he was not there
This must have been a Maltese dream!
Collaboration: Paul Callus & Jan Allison
30th October 2014
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2014
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