S-lumbering poet who hides behind a clay mask
T-onight is the time to play your song;
R-elease its vitalilty into the technicolor night
A-nd let its harmonies seduce the mind and spirit.
N-ever you mind the pounding of my muted heart,
G-ive it the chance to pulse to your rhythm
E-ntice my body; let me become your melody.
A-mongst the midnight blossoms stand you and I,
N-imble zephyrs swirl between our lips
D-ancing in flight from their destined union.
U-ntamed fingers escape in passionate fury;
N-afarious pleasures taunt our silent egos
E-merging only to taste the vanilla atmosphere.
X-yloid beings surround our secret rendezvous
P-erchance to shield us from spying eyes.
E-mphatic sensations urge our tainted yearnings
C-ompleting the cycle of our forbidden rapture.
T-omorrow approaches with each heaving second;
E-motions peak, breaths sink to sentimental sighs
D-issipating into the twilight breezes.
Author notes
Just another love poem.
