On the Eve of Passion – Poem

In the bosom of nature

When the time is sundown

I  cuddle the warm sun

Before it forsakes the town

So keenly to embrace the night

In a silken beauteous gown

No more I’d wait to fondle his gilded crown.

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Be the vampire who sucks every drop

Of my raging hot blood

My seething passion, you shall not contain

A blistering cauldron, you would touch in vain

Gratify this body all unveiled

Frisk your tale and meet my nails

I’d bid you Tickle every nipple

And let  them laugh more than a little

Show me your ivory tower

I’d unleash it with my bare hands

And let it meet the flower

In the garden of magic wands

The room is dim as I crave him

Two passions entwined and brighten

Out of us, out of the gyre

The darkness of a long repressed desire

It is tightened and there looms the fire

Over their jeers and ire.