Pillow talk

I want to hold our intimate knowing, in my heart,
making every moment the melody to its own art.
That love which blesses the day and all, giving meaning,
rejoicing that dance of similar sensation in timing.
To the pulse of infinity in affection by never ending same,
those are already the images in your name.
The echo of this joy will be the smothering light by night,
making sense to indulge in natures gifted right.
Sweet fragrances with salty flavor’s on velvet skin to adore,
words are meaningless in that reach for the ultimate more.
The intimate truth in long lasting memory confessed,
is the gestalt stimulus of the soul, feeling blessed.
Synchronicity speaking in play of light and shade,
spheres in soft shivers weaving a frantic parade.
Your smile speaks the language of crowned joy in time,
kisses at the shore of promising everlasting prime.
A shroud in glad hues of exhausted sensations manifold,
infused adrenaline pouncing my heart so bold.
In this presence of allure in amorous feel and all besides,
I need to hold you for all shared dreams, tonight.