Mother Night

Cornflower blue eyes stare through lush, golden lashes
piercing my thoughts as easily as coloured, crinkly tissue
Calling forth lifetimes of hunger and longing

The sun’s setting rays are trapped in long, curly tresses,
Yellow fire cascades down her back in thick abundance,
beckoning me to play in the space between dusk and dawn.

Glints of silver float down from clear moonlit skies
reflecting Nyx’s cool smile, across smooth, porcelain skin
Her flesh commands the most delicate of touches

Her slender arms hide the power of Gods beneath tender skin.
Encircling my mortal flesh with tender force, she draws me close
My cheeks pressed against her firm, wintry breasts

An eternity passes in a moment, spinning round itself
Promising what my soul craves, each cell cries, reaching out
The howl of the night envelopes, seduces…

Scarlet painted lips find mine, searching for warmth
Her eager tongue slides between parted lips
Probing, Questioning, Exploring, Demanding.

She gives name to my darkest desires, without word.