Be the storm
With the calmness
Of unharnessed passion
Picture the sun rise
Within foreboding eyes
The warmth afterglow
of the harvest moon
Sinking upon the skin
Taste pulsing lips
Ever beholden
To the moonlight
Searching for mystical charms
Wrapped in purring
Soldering sighs
Harnessing commands
Sounds of tender mews
Welcoming the feeling
Without demand
