I noticed it was chill in here this late, I'll just toss a log on the fire shall I?
Moonlight Fusion
She wakes, slowly stretching like a big cat,
taking immense pleasure in the private time.
Her body moves with sensual grace, loving that,
every muscle moving in that uninhibited way sublime.
The sheet slips from her body, slowly as if by plan,
and the moonlight highlights her as if a sculpture.
The light gleams from her eyes, and the fire in them fans,
promises, dares, and soft pleading for more, her allure.
Her hands reach for out for me, and I surrender fair,
knowing the moment will stretch into searing fire.
Her mouth is alive, kissing me, drawing me to her flare,
illuminating me, even as we join in fusion until we tire.
Her voice cries out in that moment, as two become one,
and the universe explodes anew, into scintillating debris.
Her hands clutch tight, bonding us, chaining us till reality comes,
cascading down levels of experience, until we are sundered free.
Good morning, Johnn!
Whew, you turned up the heat a tad!! Nice and warm in the Lair. Well, I am jetting off today for NY. Please keep the fires roaring in the Lair, eh, Johnn?
All wonderful poems. When I get back home I shall attempt to write of romance.
See you all tonight.