Pondering Your Darkness....

     
( "......i need it, i want it, I dream it without shame..." )    
     
Pondering    
     
your darkness      
in the night    
it's allure    
and the reasons      
that affairs of our hearts  
feel so right.......    
     
…..what magic descends      
down from starlit skies    
stirring our bodies,    
making our nature rise    
     
…from your darkness    
     
is it your voice      
that whispers to me    
from the depths of beautiful slumbers    
stirring my body      
like the rustling wind stirs the      
leaves of the tall, dark trees    
     
at the edge of night    
your love comes down    
all over me.....    
     
….my stiff rendering    
     
deeply aroused    
a wet fire endows    
two fissures moving    
along an uneven plane    
sliding    
quaking    
shaking    
     
breaking like the waves against the shore    
again and again.....    
     
...in the stillness of your night    
     
each and every    
languished    
long    
deeply  
reciprocating    
thrust    
     
to the core of your      
incendiary abyss    
likens to a hot chocolate mocha mist....    
     
...the gentle rocking    
back and forth,    
back and forth    
through an exotic, pagan fire.....    
     
...leaving your tattoo    
emblazoned upon the tip    
of my throb    
     
I am left to ponder    
     
the allure    
of your darkness,      
in the late of night    
     
...and all      
of the    
many ways    
you make our      
nocturnal dreams    
     
feel so right.......