do you remember the dark whispers
of our secret poetry?
recited at the height
of night
as the pinnacle
of this earths brush
with a tiny point
of truth
the words scarcely heard
but the images live
in our immediate minds
figments of fantasy and fancy
shaping a romantic reality
my hand sliding over
your outside thigh
as timeless poems
owed to human art eternity
are etched
only to the moment of your ear
and forgotten
at the mountaintop
of bliss
do you remember
the dark whispers
of our secret poetry?
a frame of worship surrounding each kiss
all altar of adoration supporting each caress
a pedestal of reverence displaying the artful beauty
of your body’s rapture
of my mind
as you curl your lip into a snarl
and you swing your hips like a whirlwind
and your legs wrap tight locked at the ankles
surrounding my core like the rings of Saturn
you rob me of my body
take control of my soul
pull my mind into your dream
destroy my every inhibition
as I pull from your pleasure
a fresh language
pure in its devotion
that conquers
the great treasure
of our realm
do you remember
the dark whispers
of our secret poetry?