Night Sweats

The touch of her skin as soft petals in bloom,
The light she emits makes my thoughts blaze afire,
The scent from her hair lights a blaze of desire,
Awash in her presence becomes my bare room.
The promise of passion does fully consume,
My poor head does turn to her presence admire,
Oh what wicked thoughts does this beauty inspire,
She intoxicates as a heady perfume.
The curve of her bodice makes rarified space,
The turn of her calf lifts expectations and dreams,
The lilt of her voice traps my soul in embrace,
The air of the night littered now with moonbeams,
Yet nothing as equal to her eminent grace.
Approach now with caution for patience it seems,
Is what must be used for this delicate chase.
As again you retreat to perfervid dreams.