Intimate Whispers

sultry is the night,
a haloed moon coyly hides her face
behind a fan of clouded mist
sultry are his thoughts
of her… of them together

steamy hot, he wipes his brow
and feels her influence
in his rising pulse and fantasies
that quickly gather momentum
and rush impulsively below his belt

she mambos on his memory
and catches fire to his imagination
with teasing tongues of flame
wet kisses that lick his longings
and explore his unbending dreams

sultry is the night, hot as Hades
the love they make, in his thoughts
as liquid lust trickles down his thigh

her voice carries on the night wind
intimately whispering his name