Sounds Of The Night
by Nicholai Flint
Passions revealed
Desires Sedated
Never once believed such pleasures awaited
Romance claimed lost
Desires now greed
No estatic long nights
Just fulfilling a need
But with lingering glances
On satin smooth skin
Through the night we languish
In the erotica of sin
A candle lit dinner
Alone to test our will
Champagne on ice
Inhibitions to chill
A fire in the hearth
Our only light
Yet hold back the urges
As passion fills the night
Caressing your hair
A massage designed to please
Your breathing grows soft
A sensual Tease
Lips finally meet
So tender and hoping
Tongues intertwined
Searching, not groping
Fingertips trace
From your neck down your spine
Awakening the nerves
The pleasure, Divine
Clothes whisper as they fall to the floor
Bringing the pleasure in the skin they show
No rush, No hurry all night
Just take it slow
A trail of kisses
The soft backs of knees
Bodies aching, Yearning
Eager to please
By the light of the fire
Two bodies join in ancient rite
As soft moans of pleasure
Become the sounds of the night.