Your presence courses through my veins;
Fears are set free to blowing winds –
Like a flurry of butterfly wings –
And intimacy imbues the moment.

As the sweet smell of budding blooms,
It flows like a wave of love
Over and around our snaking forms,
Where the scent of lovers’ breath
Becomes the heat of entwined limbs,
Like tendrils of the passionflower
On a humid tropical day.

We will eventually lay spooned
Beneath the casting of a moon night,
Listening to cool breeze’s dulcet tones –
Amorous and romantic words, –
Libidinally enticing our burning desires!

Copyright ©Elga ~Indigo – 02December 2007
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