your breath on my neck
warms the chill from the night
cuddled in closeness
our instincts take flight
red wine, satin sheets
your eyes wonderous light
candle, slow music
all becon loves bite
rain taps on the window
our hunger is found
our thoughts escape fear
passions pulse leaps in bounds
our bodies press closer
seduction births tounge
night stills to listen
as we twine into one
our musk of desires
speaks louder than words
the cries of surrender
inscribe all that is heard
arduous, sensual
consumptive, intense
we rival the stars
with magic, loves lent
we’ve fostered strong fire
stoked life in cold embers
struck match to rare moment
this sweet night in november