Scenting the Wind

Dusk approaches as sunflowers bow their blossoms in sleep.
From the waxing shadows, the crickets begin their night songs.
In the distant hollowed oak, barn owls say, "Whoo?"
The half moon gives a point five smile, as clouds chase each other.

Mother Nature is restless tonight, as a night breeze blows,
Within our whispered secret haven lies its origin.
Candles of serendipity glow and crackle.
Indigo shadows deepen under the golden tint.

The world outside screams in bass tempo
Compared to the rapid breathing of our souls,
As you and I create Nirvana
With each sweet smile and love word sighed.

Our sensual sensories are in exotic overload,
As our lips commence treasure hunts for erotic jewels.
With each touch the carnal heat of our hunger rises and blends,
Forming a perfumed pheromonal cloud, scenting the wind.