The poem i wrote this morning about our night together.

In the darkened twilight,
I see her shape beneath the sheets,
Her exquisite form so perfect,
That words are hardly enough to describe,

Her heartbeat, like the siren's song, calls out to me,
Her scent like roses after a rain,
She rose to press her lips gently to mine,
And i breathed in the breath she just exhaled,
With the tip of her tonuge, she traced a molten circle upon my lips,
And just as auddenly, she ay back down across my chest.
As i lay in marvel at her beauty, likewise did i marvel at her spirit.
She was strength and grace, beauty and chaste, heaven and hell.
The sounds of the forest beyond the window ebbed and flowed in a glorious symphony,
The perfection of her upper arm caught and held my gaze,
The heat of her body against my chest seemed it would, at any moment, ignite into flames,
And yet, it was such a beautiful silence, watching silken hairs dance in the draft of the ceiling fan.
It was, as if, time itself, in its infinite finality, stood still to likewise admire her beauty.
And at that moment, feeling our hearts beat in splendid synchronicity, was the only thing that mattered........