Whispers, the Night
Oceanic hints of rouge, tilt a night sky
shimmers sits calmly off into the blue
The moon melts in midnight meditation
her pull great, I give in to her grace
lost eyes longing, lying in desperation
for one more touch of her face
My heart races, the winds hold
a silken reign of pleasure slipped
silently past moist lips of desire,
here I await, in anticipation
Foot falls softly traverse the sand
sways sashay, a beaut beheld to be
gallantly my gaze brightens the view
as far as a heart is willing to see
In arms of silk, I succumb
breathless, whispers the night
take me my love to a place
that holds us forever tight
Soft nibbles of goodness taken
At last, with you, life has awaken
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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