Tidal Wave of Lust For Favored Love
Midnight
Under the thin feather clouds,
Yet beyond the beginning
Of twilight birth
Playful and creative.
Scent of gardenias linger
Forever still in the air
Hide under grass blades
I loosen my garment,
Let it drift down to the floor,
Whilst crackling embers
In rhythmic movement
Dance in the fireplace,
To see the tidal wave
Of lust in thy eyes.
So, sensuous
Is the ornate fruit,
To stand
Submit to the whip
Upon thy back
And tremble with strength
For a taste of desire.
A gasp for favored love
Accept fire burning from within
Climb, carried in musical rhythm
Through endless night,
Entangle explosives bliss.
7/2/2020
Love or Lust Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: D.W. Rodgers
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