Poetry at Midnight

Come lie by my side
 Let us compose poetry at midnight

When the hypnotic darkness casts it spell
We will rise to the call of lyrical love

Weaving not just sensual verses 
But framing us with symbolic significance

Snuggling against each other, 
Soaring heights with probing touch.

As you finger passionate words in between my thighs, 
Verses flow bounteously.

The whimpers of pleasure kindle you to devour me with delirious measure

I lay disarmed…structuring the actuality

 The rawness of kisses
The missing of our breathe
The musk that hangs in the air 

As the mushy flesh plays each other

We take verses to a faraway level 
Where the stately sun shies to rise.