This Woman Of The Night Poem by graham russell

she softly turns toward my heat
snuggles cose and tight
this woman of the night

her lips i kiss with soft caress
my hand strokes a nipple
with gentleness

she moves closer yet
toward my heat
this woman of the night

caresses from both sides
as we move within the night
two bodies move as one
in the stormy night

lips locked tight
hips locked tigher
hands exploring
hidden depths

this love of a
woman and me
as finally we both
break free as
souls sigh into
the night.