................The Sounds Of The Night...................

Passions revealed,Desires sedated.
Never once beleived, Such pleasures awaited.

Romance claimed lost, Desire now greed.
No estatic long nights,Just fufilling a need.

But with lingering glances,On satin smooth skin.
Through the night we languish,In the erotica of sin.

A candle lit dinner,Alone to test our will.
Champaine on ice, Inhibitions to chill.

A fire in the hearth, Our only light.
Yet hold back the urges,As passion fills the night.

Caressing your hair,A masage designed to please.
Your breathing grows soft, A sensual tease.

Lips finally meet,So tender and hoping.
Tounges intertwining,Searching not groping.

Fingertips trace, From your neck along your spine.
Awakening nerves , The pleasure devine.

Cloths whisper as they fall softly to the floor,
Bringing pleasure in the skin they show.
No rush no hurry all night left, To take it slow.

A trail of kisses, The soft backs of knees.
Bodys aching yearning, Eager to please.

By the light of the fire, Two bodys join in an ancient rite.
As soft moans of pleasure, Become the sounds of the night.


...............In The Heat Of The Moment...............

In the heat of the moment,
Wild passions flare,
Tounges,teeth and fingertips,
Aching to touch and share.

Invisible boundries designed to quell this heat,
With a shiver and a chill,
Anticipation the red flame,
That melts an iron will.

Passions born of hell,
Yet known to God as pleasure,
Fingertips burn skin,
While they touch soft as a feather.

A dance in near darkness,
Awakes once more this passion,
Erotic this crucifiction,
Outdated by modern fashion.

The world drifts off,
As we dance in this fire,
Lips touching skin,
Anamalistic this desire.

The tempo grows faster,
Hips interlocked not breaking,
Hearts pound,brain swirls,
At this risk we are taking.

The cd a rumble,
Like distant thunder,
Passion riding the storm,
Of the spell I`m under.

Lips along jaw lines,
Passions threaten to burn us,
Forged far below ,
In hades own furnace.

Lips upon lips,
Searing the flesh,
Bodies intertwined,
As to the music we mesh.

The beat so steady,
Unyeilding and strong,
More fuel to this fire,
As it hurls us along.

Control no longer,
It`s a distant reality,
As we fail once more ,
Within our mortality.

As two magnets,
With opposite poles,
A powerful union,
Of interlocked souls.