Primrose petals like the golden sunset taking shape,
Dark-brown piercing eyes glimmer in the night,
My lover is soaked to the skin.
We make love underneath the candlelight of the gods,
We throb, listening to the pounding sounds of our hearts,
We are sprawled face to face as the moon casts long shadows.
Our love is eternal.
The moon turns scarlet,
I see the blithe glow in his eyes,
His arms are around me,
We are woven in the mastery of passions.
He is sculpted bronze,
Is chiseled golden-brown marble,
Wears a silver blessing amulet on a chain around his neck,
A sacred good luck piece,
Blossoms into a surge of premonition,
Sinewy and enchanting,
A deeper understanding of bliss,
And ethereal chanting,
Of love and passion, captivating,
Gazes longingly at the magic passing between us,
His Majesty with his tattooed skin,
He is sculpted from a chassis of strength,
Forged into a poet,
To his depth,
I give in.
In the glow of the full moon,
In the night sky, the clouds gather, like the spreading of a peacock’s still,
I transform and envision my lover,
The clouds settle in and shift,
There is mist in the air,
Damp curls upon my shoulders,
As I twirl around, my nakedness silhouetted in the moonlight.
I feel the dew on my skin,
As more clouds gather,
I think of him, his passion, his wantonness,
And our forbidden love,
How his strong arms encircle my waist.
My wildest dreams,
He appears from the shadows,
Takes me into his arms and sways with me.
He speaks softly in my ear,
I move slowly in his arms,
In the shift of moonbeams,
We sway nostalgically.
Shape-shifter in the center of the room,
Of perfect symmetry between man and beast, proudly he affirms his power,
Desires my kiss in this carnal passage,
Burgeoning pleasure unrelenting,
That reckless fire,
An outlaw in bliss,
Of winding paths,
Serenade me at nightfall,
Craving and lust fuse the magic.
As he kisses my wine-streaked lips,
While I ravish him.