Nocturnal Haunts-with Grace

Web roses in a decorated garden
soft voices in nocturnal melodies
desires pass through the fragrant air
embracing the essence of liquid poetry
as black dreams in verses
velvet smoothness of thighs
encased in netted sweetness
sweet creatures of the night
in hunts pass their red flowers
turning human desires into obsessions

Of a pale opaque petal of memories
mending heart with thread and thimble
with the Wizardry of a Gilded Thorn
listening to the silent chorus of winds  
sweeping the tranquil heavenly gaze
of nature's unraveling souls echoing trees
captivating the harmony in our naked rush  
in sensualities haunting the lusting flesh
of a shadow painting a portrait of love...
unfathomable eternal night