~ Last Night … ~

~ Last Night … ~

Soupçon,

Of the warm red wine,

Or, the lone taste,

Of the lingering icy kiss,

On thy gasping nude lips ..

Dancing flames,

Licking the gloss from,

Stacked, oiled wood-logs,

In thy cloudy iris eyes ..

Roguish rain,

Playing and prodding,

Honeysuckle enriched,

That rose-scented air,

On thy summery skin ..

Muffled mêlée,

Wild, with vortex soft,

Spinning and parleying,

With the damp serenity,

Of thy lush brown locks ..

Wish thee could hear my heart beating,

Whispering so loud … to none, but thou,

For this is only — only how,

 I fancied making love to thee ….. Last night …