Your stormy tides erase my sandcastle pride,  
A jazz **** breaks where the silence once lied.  
Your moist earth cradles my seed, our heart’s noontide,  
Improv wails as the reverb collides.  

Our love, once shadowed, glows with dawn’s new light,  
Within, a thousand tiny flames aspire.  
Once storm-dark night, now shines with rainbow’s delight,  
Our love’s tide swells, a choir of soft fire.  

Yet still I wonder, does love’s hope burn bright?  
Was it the sacrifice or love’s own starlight?

Like an unbuttoned blouse, she hangs in sky,
Her shifting phases tease with lust’s delay.
Her light, a lover’s touch, brushes my thigh,
Her tides rise, fall, and leave me cold, astray.
Her light finds my door with unknown intent,
As night fades, dawn’s horizon drinks her deep.
Secrets, stolen, through her rapture sent,
A warm liqueur spills where earth lies asleep.
She pulls like tides that steal the shore’s embrace,
My secrets, stolen, fuel her sweet release.
Her hunger takes, yet leaves no hiding place,
As earth drinks deep her moonlit, stolen peace.
Oh, moon, a temptress, caught in your thread,
You weave the night, leave me naked in your bed.

She lies unclothed, asleep at dawn’s first light,  
Her skin aglow, a summer’s warm embrace.  
Between two hills, a sparrow’s fleeting flight,  
A whispered secret, hidden in that space.  

A garden lush, untamed, where beauty grows,  
Its solitude, a treasure softly kept.  
Her inner thighs, where velvet’s gentleness flows,  
Like grooves on records where her movements slept.  

The curve of her, a dancer’s arm in air,  
A peach’s sweetness, yielding, lush, and deep.  
Her petals bloom, a rose beyond compare,  
Within, the heart of the bloom it keeps.  

The inguinal fold, a butterfly’s plume,  
A feather’s mark on clay, a fragile trace.  

And yet, too beautiful for me, she’ll drift away,  
Yet in my heart, her beauty’s here to stay.  
Her splendor burns, a flame I fail to hold,  
In dreams, her folds forever I behold.