Lovers Kiss

At midnight your beauty rare as the moon,

Floating and lighting the nights darkened bloom.

A kiss, one so golden, your lips red and soft.

Playing like children, in winters first frost.

Deepness my mouth, wanting on yours,

Your touch so foreboding, your taste I need more.

Down to your neck, a golden white paint,

Softly caressed, my brush all but faint.

Your legs long and slim, like sweet roses grow,

In waters of angels, all in a row.

My love you are mine, I am yours too.

Together we die, torn ever Strewn.

Finally the dance, ended in breath.

Our hearts both but one, forever of breadth