A Midnight Summers Passion

Emerald eyes and sunset beaches still crowd the virgin sky. 
Moon field nights, birds in flight, still hallow my thoughts of midnight. 
Touched by her soul, she entered the realm of my existence. 
Cornered and hunted I submit, submit I do, to a midnight summer's 
passion. 
With penetrating stare, a seductive glare, eyes beautifully colored 
and green. 
Luscious rose colored lips, shapely hips, skin soft and kind. 
The contour of her face, the coverture of her body, legs like that 
of fine wine. 
For standing by my door, my body's sanctuary I adore. 
Satin sheets on gilded bed, the sound of waterfall, with dimly lit 
candles a'glow. 
Body silhouettes painted along my bedroom set, 
gave me a midnight summer's taste of passion, I soon will not forget. 
The open palm of a woman's hand, pressed, it moves along my bare 
chest. 
The slow stroke of fingernails, along a woman's breast. 
Body heat exposed, temperature arise, spiraling tongues of droplets 
of moisten persuasion. 
Bodies now intertwined, all in a web of slow seduction. 
For the fragrance of a woman's body scent will whispers through the 
air. 
For fruit is shared between lover's lips, wrestling with a kiss, all 
in the heat of silence. 
On moonless star filled nights, birds in mid flight, golden bronze 
beaches. 
I still surrender to thoughts of midnight, and a midnight summer's 
passion.