Meridian

Stolen looks
Across a room,
Minutes passing much too soon.

Beating hearts,
A candles glow,
Secrets only we can know.

Scented shadows,
Taking flight,
Filling up the endless night.

Cool sheets,
Soft sounds,
Strong hands and heat abounds.

Warm looks,
A warmer touch
How can someone feel so much?

A breath is felt,
It's touch is heard,
Uttering a silent word.

Sleep escapes
Into the past,
Releasing passions flame at last.

Flocks of senses,
Crowding in,
Creating fast a touch of sin.

Approaching with
Impending speed.
Bringing on a desperate need.

Soaring off
To touch the sky.
On wings of pleasure we can fly.

Meeting on
Desires plain,
Until temptation comes again.

      
~ Sharon L. Allen