Black Velvet Kiss

Stepping through the day, the thorns on the ground
fighting the trailing vines viper like grip,
Waiting for him to take, the oasis of passion
his black velvet kisses, pure ecstasy.

Wanting to be lost in his ebony shroud
he whispers her name, she hears and drifts,
Becoming lost in the diamond lit sky
finding the one that burns in her soul.

Seeing the willow not weeping sad tears
standing guard over the tattered green paint,
There he sits waiting on their bench, its and old friend
ravaged by time, but a thrown so beautiful.

Dipping to pluck a buttercup in full glow
she skips through the meadows waving grass,
The willow waves she dances naked
intoxicated swaying this way and that.

Needing to be lost in his sweet oblivion
he whispers his desire making her drink,
So fresh, so new, making her tingle
a wonderful freshness on her lips.

Then the black velvet kisses as the willow smiles
watching them take each other inside,
He envelops her, fingers dancing
passion burning, almost unbearable.

Their destiny written, as old as the stars
her eyes wide as the rhythm begins,
Her hunger being fed, she starves for him
holding, filling, breathing don't stop don't stop.

Never end

Kisses softer then shattering like thunder
biting, rocking, taking, her emerald lost within his onyx,
Whispers to screams, frenzied eruptions
the willow tastes her blood as it roars through her veins.

Hearts and souls pumping in perfect rhythm
they fly alone in the wind,
Listening to the willows orchestral tune
together, they can stay in their light of the night.

Before the vines start to rustle and puller her away
her encounter, his touch she will savour,
She sighs as she wakes, the smile on her lips
feeling the thorns of the new dawning day.