Nights Passions

The swirling fan lazily lopes to its own rhythm As the soft Spring rain taps its gentle melody on glass Your warm body pressed tightly to mine Your embrace comforts me, even as you sleep The passions of night still linger in the air Electric, emphatic Real enough to touch My thoughts have power They stir you from the night's grasp Our bodies again entwine, entangle Night's passions revisited Love and lust restated From our slumbers we explode as thunder Touching, holding Caressing, holding Feeling, holding Loving, holding The erotic joining of two souls as one The symphony of intimacy rises Peaks in a crescendo of waves of bliss Collapsing, exhausted, breathless Two bodies reduced to one heap of humanity By Night's Passions.