Take her she is yours
 

To be in love is to know the true joy of

Happiness. Where thoughts are wrapped

In rose petals and honeydew nectar and

Fascination becomes transportation to a

Tropical idyll where nightingales sing as

A lazy sun sinks into an endless sea

Pulled by the power of the moon. A power

That likewise pulls you into the arms of a

Lover ill content until the last drop of love

Has been rung from the day

A day of longing to be drawn to a heart

That beats only for you. To inhale the

Delightful aroma of love. The tinder of

Passion that needs only a glance to ignite

A fire that will burn long into the night and

Beyond

Love illuminated by the weak yet potent

Candlepower of the moon. A skin-soft

Scintilla hardly present yet sufficient to

Enhance that which was barely visible now

Made all the more vivid by the tantalising

Brushstrokes of monochromatic magic

All woman, all man, all night to explore

Feelings curbed only by the day and now

In the fading light come lover's secrets

Laid bare and lover's needs whispered

Into willing ears consent signalled by a

Squeeze, a kiss or a bite. Moist lips, moist

Love, what picture would she have me

Sketch when all she is is in your arms?

Take her - she is yours
 

©Joseph G Dawson
23/11/2016