such a flawless skin so fair and white,
her long dishevelled hair undulating
in the zephyr around,
raising the mood and the desires
of the loner moon’s midnight,
such beautiful curves of the femme fatale
call’s aphrodite arousing,
while you kiss and caress
those lovely breasts that oozes out the milk
of the feminine floral springs
seducing you to the sensual
embrace of soothing warmth,
the feminine sensual intimacy
behind the erotica angels’ coalesced ritual
amongst those seducing incandescent magnolia,
the sacrament’s glowing fervour inducing the amour,
alongside those iridescent flora
that would perhaps even arouse folks
to gleaming blithe of the lewdland’s forgotten erotica,
the wee hours’ sensual apparition is so queer
glooming the space around like that murky haze
of the morning fog immersing the loner moon
in a marvellous rivulet,
converging the lucency of love
that is glazing in her moonlight serenade,
unravelling the song of seduction
with interludes of deeply intimate aria,
the lyric of lust, the sextain and the mood behind
the lambent moonlight dip,
hovering around in her intimacy’s lustre,
the slit of his blade as the dipping blood
kissing the moon satiating her darker secrets beneath,
the slithering red lanes of splatter
sliding down her maroon orgy,
underneath the blood kissed moon so white,
so wild is her surreal night’s crimson fulgere
soaked in his blade’s lucency,
as the spirit of casanova glades by the loner moon’s aria.
my random contemplations 