Oh the beauty of the night,
Magic in its oldest form.
Come take me away sweet fanciful dreams.
Wrap your dark quivering arms around me,
I am yours forever more,
mind body and soul.
May they ignite in the flame.
I would ask what you wish of me, but that is not your way.
You do not ask.
You take.
Claim what you will.
I wait....for what seems an eternity,
Knowing each heartbeat is already yours.
Each breath borrowed.
When will you savor your prize?
My body hums with anticipation like a crystal goblet when tenderly stroked.
Stroke me once more, make me sound as the one you adore.
The one whose purest features were designed for your tune.
Take me. Make meĀ fulfill my purpose.
Fill me. As your chalice I await the nectar of the gods.
The magic of the night embraces me once more.
You wrap your dark arms around me and I quiver.
Oh the beauty of the Night...
By: Foxy Wife 4-23-09