Earthly Gift

A Dark and humid night      
reaching for the rose,soft and nectar laden      
kiss her petals hear whispered promises      
suck sweet and slow buried deep,unfolding,      
dream of evening's silken robes,      
as reluctant day retreats,      
evening breezes cool the sweating brow      
confirmed in the crystal pool      
robes disposed and evening comes.      
The moon is high,raise the glass      
and stay with me . . . . . .      
Close my love your skin more soft      
than the silken robes . . . .      
A skin in love none more sweet.      
Let me taste and see of you      
smell the nectar, oils of Arabi      
opals hidden, waiting to be found      
pearls about your neck,      
no better gift when night is young,      
and so are we.There is time,time enough      
Your nectar shames the Lily;thighs that rival Venus.      
I am Hercules this night my labour is of love      
this no dream I am awake and shall remain.      
The cushion of your thighs will rest my brow      
Your breasts to quench your hands to hold.      
The crimson petal of the lake no match.            
Take me this night beneath the smiling moon      
let us share this earthly gift      
more worth than heaven's gate.      
Close my love stay close ,soon,  
too soon, . . .yet there is time to wait.      
In my arms lie still,wait, the tide is rising      
Float upon the foaming waves      
Hold your breath and me, we shall not drown,      
but tossed on the shore shall sleep,    
pearls drying on skin more soft than silk.