Too short the night
In the touch-tempting glow of a candle
A low light, almost no light at all
But enough to make love roll like thunder
And enough to give rise to a storm
In the first tender blush of surrender
When the swell of soft flesh meets the eye
When the fingers can't wait, in their rush to embrace
And hearts cry out 'Too short the night'
In the first trembling ripples of pleasure
When the surge of wild love grows intense
Eyes meet and eyes close, lips touch and explode
And the answer most longed for is 'Yes'
© Joseph G Dawson
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