Emancipations Foreplay

Sweet is your kiss which bids to me this goodnight.

Warm is this most tender embrace come mornings light.

Worries collapse to slide beneath our velvet dreams.

Sensations purge to give unto the swiftness of loves moving stream.

Whereunto this darkness nary a sad heart should call or say.

For woven are our spirits; loosened are we in emancipations foreplay.

Stealth of passions rises beneath the whispers of our breath.

Joy overcomes sorrow as our hearts together coalesce in rest.

If the morrow should never to these eyes shine again.

If I should simply but to a minute vapor hiss and fade.

This night in your arms will for eternity in my heart stay.

J. Allen Wilson © 1-2008