The sweat that glistens
upon our flesh as we entwine,
on a bed of romantic black silk.
The sensual taste of your lips
as we lose ourselves in passion,
burning down our night of heaven.
Embrace me to the point
of no return so erotically intense,
guiding us through darkness of emptiness.
No more lonely nights,
only fire in the bright moonlight,
basking in the white river of rapture.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
