Midnight Romance
It’s almost midnight; crimson turns to dust,
cerulean skies have dimmed into smoke-
Ashes of roses are laid out for lust,
as her porcelain skin, I start to stroke.
I draw a charcoal etching of her curves,
she poses in an ivory laced gown-
All of her soft love for me she preserves,
laying her perfect and graceful head down.
Longing thirst prevails with her by my side,
her almond shaped absinthe eyes are so deep-
In my touch, I pray that she will confide,
for in this obsidian night we’ll sleep.
I’m so grateful true love gave me a chance,
it’s a night of passion...midnight romance.
October 11, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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