Blinded by the ember of beauty;
Surrendering all to its veracity;
Brought to us by providence;
Uttered in times of confidence.
Emotions torrid, fluid, endless,
Succumbing to the soft caress,
Of the wanting, wandering eyes,
From which the dark floods arise.
The thoughts deep inside, euphoric;
The images that swirl and dance, erotic,
Filled with a want, a wondrous lust,
Hysterical urges made hard to adjust.
A glimmer, a thought, an eager shadow,
Thrives and blossoms from deep below;
Languidly descending us to darkness,
Awakening the seeds of sinfulness.
Drowning, searching in decadence,
The crimson rose, our residence,
Hand in hand the bodies interlace,
Softened by a tender, fluid embrace.
A longing touch, begins to flower,
With it our writhing bodies devour,
So eye-to-eye we begin this feast,
And this night, become the beast.