enchanted evening

candles’ flickering light
glows softly upon
skin that tingles with the touch
of feathered fingertips,
tracing circles that cause
sighs of passion to ignite.

lips know how
to moisten the edges
of the circles,
the brush of breath
being poetry
whispered on the canvas,
giving titillation to the flame.

a gentle bite now
and then changes
the pace of
heart rhythms, raising
the temperature.

the juices of
ripened love begin
to flow and
the stream beckons
for the two
to join as one.

bodies rise and fall
like ocean waves
seeking that same sweet shore
of ecstasy
to crash upon
simultaneously.

once the dream
has reached fruition,
mingled auras of souls
electrify each other
in a way that
neither can truly describe.

the last steps of
their dance arrived
as they lay, replete,
savouring  the
taste of salt lingering
on tongues
that traded pleasures,
looking forward to
those first notes of
their next song.

by PoetOfLight