The Winds Of Endearment

Seductive resignation fluttered scent
from fingertips which brushed love's cool power,
eyes reflected laughter with my ascent
as soft lips met and merged their warm flavour;
a kiss so tender in night's dark splendour
sent shivers of light through our tongue's torment,
and passion captured God's quiet lament
while hearts and minds were set free to conquer
anticipation's forceful wild dancer.

Ardour, alive within the present's smile,
enthusiastic skin rippled its tones
of beauty's waves down adrenaline's aisle,
two spirits' colours rode Heaven's cyclones
while angels gathered up silk petalled moans,
musical delight swam through strength; virile,
and lingered on curls of heat for awhile,
joy's whispers swept sensuality's groans.

With swirled wonder the dawn's quiet approach
saw bodies entwined on wisdom's threshold,
intensity still with fire's breath to poach,
it was not time for pleasure to unfold,
but to ride the winds of endearment; bold,
wondrous birdsong leapt from nature's stagecoach
as rhythmic melodies we aimed to broach.

A new morn had taken its sips of us
then fled towards another evening
where stars waited calmly for their sculptress
to wander in the future's notes that sing,
our orchestra spread out their feathered wings,
kept us safe in delicacy; ageless.

Consideration's twists of gentle sighs
stroked our open belief with welcome care,
souls combined inside fragrant lows and highs,
we relaxed on the curves of subtle prayers
and looked deep into each other's wide eyes.

The pianist is now in the realms of dreams,
awaiting the flow of our presence; light,
where in sleep we can pursue brand new themes
and once more in volcanic might unite.