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
04/09/2017