I struggle for a little restraint
as the moon and I enjoy pillow talk moments
seduced in more ways than one
by the velvet caress of dancing shadows
moving to the poignant music in my heart

I lay submerged in the cerebral intimacy
of dusk and dawn
feeling the night's naked longing turn into tenderness
stroking and stoking my passion
with corny and horny ambience

the warmth of darkness calms my soul
but my heart still yearns
for a taste of death's eternal wisdom
to grasp the inflections of life's expressions