Pulsating Crescendo

 

Walking the night wearing gloves
trailing a veil of seductive lace
with an ebony's song of twilight

As frost lay light as a feather
missing the touch of softness
strange as it may seem

Yet your breath seduces me
as a shadow falls on the dusk
with the scarlet of rising romance

Lusting in my veins for love so true
things that will haunt me forever
walking the night wearing gloves

Shadowed by the memories
with the soft creak of leather
and your hair tinged of snow

The way the wind blows
as if a phantom at day's end
and I alone in thoughts of sin

Provocative as the dripping tallow
like sealing wax in my grotto  
with an ebony's song of twilight

Like a centipede with a hundred feet
walking across my heart
feeling love as dawn opens it's eye

As the portal of Heaven swings
in nocturnal dreams
with thimbles and rings

With a pulsating crescendo
beating at my pulse
as we kiss with wanton lips