At Day's End

oh those pleasant day's of love
when couple's were seen as flames
and shadows laughed beneath the moon lit night;
love's embers burned slowly becoming ashes of lust

warm rainy day's kissed eyelids and white silk couldn't hide buds from blooming;
with night pressed
to lips the burning candle exposes breasts and a bearded face leans into the light; they are the same in the flicker of darkness
tender moments intensified;
still wet from the rain the need to touch her increased hands trailing her secrets;
memorizing the color in her cheeks and the deep pink of her splendid nipples and wanting to be a thief of time; to be with her like this at day's end