Primal Nights

It was a night such as this, still, soft, not yet dark
I could faintly hear the pumping of my heart
How the moon glowed in silence unadorned
And dripped sparing rays upon our still forms

Love not yet ignited, we relaxed inside the glade
Enjoying the moments beyond the hurried day
Such grandeur of created curve beneath my touch
Such texture of velvet, such a beautiful hush

Enter emotion and mind and skin
The touch of her hand, no mind of our sin
One move, then a sigh, then panting and kiss
Tingle and fly through clouds on this bliss

Quickened the move, throbbing the nerves
Motions and heat and eager the curves
The tussled sheets of our marriage bed
Seeing faint light on her own taut flesh


I still hear you breathe in quiet regal pose
I still feel you there beneath the limb close
I still dream of lips by pale moon light
It is the passion of ancient primal nights