Wildfires In His Eyes
"You're here," he whispered from shadows
My fragrance consorted before me
Heady scent of musk-infused blooms
Intoxicating allure, lustfully impure
On the bed was an opened poetry book,
across it pages, a perfect red rose
Dark crimson, like the blood within me flows
heated by need and the greed in his eyes
There burned the wildfires of desire
flames fanned as I moved nearer
They reflected soft glimmers
of the pearlized moon
She, a naughty voyeur, peering in the night
Through an open window she watched
the rhythm of swaying shadows at play
Seductive smile on my vermilion lips
in a chamber painted amber by candlelight
No need of their scintillation to see
His touch was all I needed
to guide me in flights of ecstacy
as hands pleaded in sensual strokes
Diamonds danced across a sapphire sky
He breathed erotic sensations on my nape
and slid a strap of the gown down my shoulder
The pulse of his heart beat against my hand
my other caressed the ruff at his temple
Fuchsia fluttered on the trellised window
Their aroma faded as I inhaled his balm
We tasted love and savored passion
Now sated and replete in a moment of calm
Soft breezes swirled across warm silk sheets
My hand trembled as I reached for him
Wildfires reignited in his emerald eyes
"The night is still young and the moon is asleep,"
I whispered. My intent was not disguised
~ 9/22/17 ~
The Poet's Fire
Hosted by: Greg Barden
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