Still lies midnight,
On emerald grass,
Where she lay,
She waits,
Her deep green eyes,
Like dazzled light beams,
Enraptured with visions,
Of he who intoxicates,
Unspeakable love does he have,
Absorbing her being,
Her scent sings as wind chimes,
Wrapped around,
His silent ink black cloak,
Feeding her body,
Clothed in white lace,
With waves of tender passion,
Not a single breath,
Can stand between them,
Engulfed in a moment,
Closer than ever touching,
His moist warm lips,
Melt unto her,
Upon their touch
She melts into him,
Caressing open hearts,
Touching their souls,
Kindred spirits,
In soft gentle seduction,
A pleasure bearer of passion.