More sensual than the cerulean sky
More still than the ash of roses at dusk
This charcoal haven that hosts you and I
Beneath the moon's dimming ivory tusk
My love, can you taste absinthe in the air,
Lingering sweetly between these pale lips?
Fingering cheeks of porcelain, so fair
Heart racing when fingers slide to my hips
The world turns crimson when two lips collide
Yes, more sensual than sunset is this
My fingers entwined in your sable locks
In the heat, in the smoke of midnight's kiss.
Your obsidian eyes wake from the trance
As ends this session of midnight romance.
For Midnight Romance Contest
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