Starkly bright moonlight pervades our sanctum,
Transforming her locks into fountains of flame,
While pale as a spectre and softer than mist,
She flaunts the flesh she wants me to claim.
Every curve of her body demands exploration,
Each uncharted zone a sensuous delight
Requiring my hands, my lips and my tongue,
To ravish with lustful devotion all night.
An alabaster angel, she'd outwardly calm,
No words pass her lips, composure maintained,
Yet fires within her rage out of control,
Tempestuous heat that can't be contained.
Through darkening silence I hear her gasp,
A whimper of longing, of need that must cease,
She wants me, she craves me, she cannot disguise
Her deep-rooted hunger for carnal release.
Her eyes, bright as copper, are dazzling stars,
The cosmos itself must reside in her gaze.
Her moonlit seduction wins me at first glance,
Our bodies entwine setting passions ablaze.
Please Rate This Submission:
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- 5
- Recent
Comments - Add a
Comment - Send
Feedback Send private anonymous feedback to the author (click here to post a public comment instead).
There are no recent comments - Click here to add a comment to this poem