My Capitulation.

Those sweet words Hot dulcet endearments Of Midnight murmurs Spoken of chaste hearts Genuine purity Of unsullied eyes gazing Passions copious moments In a feathered freefall To rest upon me… Those gentle hands So softly surrounding In a smoldering caress Of icy fingers and warm lips Two spirits explore That sweet breathing lexis Of a love once heeded Born in the fiery kiln That beats within me… Those rarest of moments Of a fleeting vulnerability I stand before you unashamed Never hiding away Only you have seen my true face Laying under the masks And still you kissed my eyes As I surrendered to you All that defines me…