Love her, she is yours
 

To be in love is to bathe in the heavenly waters

Of paradise. Where thoughts are wrapped in

Rose petals drizzled in honeydew nectar and

Fascination becomes transportation to a tropical

Idyll where nightingales sing as a lazy sun sinks

Into a shimmering sea pulled by the power of the

Moon. A power that likewise pulls you into the

Arms of love 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 frail 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 from here

When everything she is is in your arms? Love her

She is yours

© Joseph G Dawson
18/11/2017 – 23/11/2016