She said
Write me a sonnet of beauty
an ode from your
Lips
One’s that gently poise
Encompassing my attention
as your silk-like words
cascade and I innocently
Trip
Falling deeper and deeper still
They speak of epic fantasies
Full of lust and heated
Thrills
Do you dare to lay me bare.
Caress my alabaster skin.
As you weave your spells of magic,
I’m compelled to let you in.
~
So in the soft glow
of the moonlight
I caressed her
like a delicate flower
and each drop of her essence
that spilled her sweet nectar
As I savor every sip
the taste of her love
lingers on my lips
a mesmerizing dance
of desire and enchantment
Let’s weave a tale of romance
and longing under
the gentle moonlight
