Dark Paradise

Our world is black tonight.    
This room, untouched, by distraction;    
Not even a candles blink.    
   
Still, An intimate setting;    
Glinted eyes, passing through stretched    
lace.    
Sudate arousal peering back.    
   
The only real light,    
A private terrace,    
Lending itself to voyeuristic chance.    
   
Warm aspiration assembles,    
Between our four lips,    
Meeting in it's own aerial embrace.    
   
Hands fall down heaving shoulders.    
Clothes disappear,    
Into a carpeted abyss.    
   
Her besprent skin clings,    
Riding mine onto,    
Sheets, set ablaze, from our smoldering bodies    
   
Heat seeking fingers,    
Find my warmth,    
Guiding me into her profound hollowness.    
   
Like a tormented virtuoso,    
She keeps time, with a band,    
One that only she can hear.    
   
Moans, are her song,    
Backed by the rivers,    
From within.    
   
Our bodies writhe together,    
Falling deeper,    
Into an expansive nighttime.    
   
Erect appendages, grasp for hands,    
In which to hold them,  
Just before jumping among the clouds.    
   
Our bodies, rock amidst the fog;    
Cascading into,    
A dark paradise