Your caress makes me blush rose

You gently whisper as you kiss my shoulder

Leaving the moment tucked inside

Harnesses the wonder presented in this

Appeal of an enamored reveal

So soft, so elegant, so much trust

Thus complimenting this flutter

That gives into my attraction for you

In a breathless exemption

Fortifying nature and tempting a fate

Of a capture

So enraptured I am with your guile

Presently I feel as if a child without a care

And a woman with whom you have this affair

I surrender to your melody

This symphony is pure insanity

But we only have one last night

For our intoxicating love

Posted by antozak in Affair, Love, Poetry