Evening's Ecstacy
Night's crisp air
beckoned to me
shhhh
it whispered in my ear
walking along the streets
hearing not the cars
nor pedestrians
but only his deep voice
a hum of tender words
my soft laughter echo in
I recalled the red wine
the sleek evening gowns
the dancers twirling
bodies mingling across the floor
with his hand gently caressing my back
playing with the tendrils of my hair
the light scent of his cologne
reminding me of cool evening lakes
breathing in the flowery perfume
of the rose I held in my hand
the smell of seduction
the taste of his lips
the flesh of his neck
the twinkling lights of the town
being shut out by black curtains
arms embracing me
making me feel
strength
safety
security
the silky touch of his lips gently
pressed against mine
mmmm
the senuality
