Intertwined as the night, whispers to the dawn.
A figure eight appears in reference, to strategically placed legs and arms.
The heart enjoys, the bareness of love’s artful display.
While an animalistic world sleeps, peace conforms to renegade.
Silky oiled skin,
draped by toga attire.
Dissipates, as wood is added, to rekindle the previous fire.
Aphrodisiacal fragrant, attributes, awakenings by arousing dreams,
in reality a spontaneously shared paradise,
of a sauna’s torrid steam.
A scented candle’s flame–flickers, to re-enhance
The dominance of a second wind challenge,
already moves in on the verge.
Music fills the lair, of happenstance repeats.
A respectively held out competition,
is counted as a funned and breath taking feat.
Rhythmical gymnastics permissively, goes by a melodious beat.
As this insightful awakening, offers reasonings
to the previous cuddles,
of exhausted, lover’s retreat.
BY Tamara Moore
Thinker on the loose
COPYRIGHT 2015 Reserved purposes intended by and for Tamara L Dorsey-Moore