Silence of the Sea

euphoric-kindle night undresses
the delicate petals clinging loosely
around your body—to let your

sweet nectaring lips secrete wild
aphrodisic scents all over you nude
nylon tights that you only have on.

its moon caresses you with kisses—
on neck and on peaks in umber
perturbing from bosoms—while
savorly teasing you on its way down
to your lips behind soaked fabric.

its sea strokes waves on the sand—

and by the calls of the moon, your
thoughts too recede into ecstasy,
until you cannot hold in the craving

no more—only the night's warm
topaz piercing deep inside you and
rifting your seal; your moan breaks

the silence like the way the sirens'
songs beckon sailor to their lands—

you wearily collapse into the night's
embrace; you release the rest of
your sweet nectar, while the moon
releases its silky moonlight in you.