INTOXICATED

moonlight becomes you
soft highlights and shadows
play with strands of your hair
crimson of your lips fading
to a plush shade of burgundy
but even the night cannot
dim the fire in your eyes

the night is young
but we are unencumbered
by the inexperience of youth
having been besotted before
we lift the goblet to our lips
not ashamed to indulge love
and become drunk with desire

what, my lady, would be
your moonlight pleasure?
fingertip kisses to warm you
beard brushing bare shoulders?
or shall your lover ravish
the generosity of your curves
with lips and tongue of fire?

throw off restraints of modesty
there are no secrets between
those who own the black night
and sip sweet wine of sensuality
intoxicating, your scent and taste
clenched between your thighs
tonight it’s good to be me


DJA 9-6-2009

song somewhere in the night