The Fire Of Night Poem by Wesley Mincin

The Fire of Night

Her skin is like the silver moon,
its texture, soft and smooth, .
Red lips then part and sound escapes,
her voice so gently soothes.
Under a dome of peppered lights,
beside the gentle sea,
I feel her hands caress my cheek,
as she gently kisses me.
Her raven hair blankets our heads,
our lips lock, tongues engage.
A sensation overwhelms all strength,
passion replaces rage.
Her skin is cold but breath is hot,
her personality.
My maiden, my love, my queen my life,
is this reality?
On the soft sands of this beach,
our spirits intertwine.
Her lips taste like sweet berries,
used to make expensive wine.
A final grind and thrust and then!
the stars explode with light!
A press of lips and 'I love you's,
our love burns in the night.