The Night

I saw the moon dripping with the
Tender juices of the hot summer night,

Dark and ominous, yet sensual,
Like an undiscovered black rose.

The air, filled with every touch, smell and
Sound that has ever been known is taut with passion.

The hot breath of the darkness engulfs the senses,
Giving rise to a boundless Eros.

The night, groaning in baritone, elicits a longing
Only unchained secrets and desires can allay.

The dim light from above introduces shadows that
Dance with the erotic play that unfolds.

Steeped in nocturnal emotions, unbridled
Instincts burst forth unchecked.

The darkness caresses the skin and in an
Instant ecstasy is born.