Saturday, April 18, 2009

Lunar Flower

And then I kissed her rosy lips
Setting my body on blazing fire 
Seeping down neck, breast, to inner hips
Enticing arms embraced me, her thorny vines of desire

My mind strokes her soft petaled body
Sinful hands wishes to do the same
Urges so strong and wanting to fly free
But doubts keeps the honey bee's tamed

The moon blooms her to life again
But death comes with the rising sun
Last night we bathed in each others sin
And waited for morning to once again come