BY CAROLE NICHOLS
In the warmth of shifting shadows
Languid limbs, glowing in a flickering fire;
Eyes that promise dreams come true,
Beseechingly beckon, take me higher.
Fragrance sifts the heavy air
That flows and touches the softest skin;
Lips dewy, red, pursed in a moist plea,
Let me feel the rapture again.
And the trembling takes and shakes the soul,
Exquisite agony building inside;
And shattering crystals of infinite joy,
Glimmer in passion, unable to hide.
In this bed of love, captive held,
Riding the crest of a sweet, temptuous flood;
Languid limbs now entangled and still,
Passion ran wild in lover's blood.
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