a lovers bliss.

A blissful scent of innocence
filling the salty air.
A story of undenied lust,
as they both became aware.
The eyes of an angel,
the touch of an experienced man,
scorching passion between the two
slowly becoming more than they could stand.
Coming together like a sin
from a playful devil's tongue,
swaying to the music
of a melody that was young.
Lost in the moment,
into their passion they were thrown,
a taste of a blissful surrender
to but the two of them was known.
The heat pouring down them
an experience so new
a suspended moment in time
where the both of them grew.
The clock ticking fast
as with all dark winds
the ecstacy passing quickly
it fades for something new to begin.