When the morning
day star appears,
casting streams of light into the sky,
bright impressions of you adhere
to the essence of my memory.
When I see a soft dew kissed rose,
I ponder the moistness of your lips,
where sweet fountains of pleasure flow,
inhaling the fragrant scent of you.
Each time the clement winds whisper,
I relive the fervency of your breath,
as sensual whisking you confer,
caresses meant for my ears only.
As golden sun begins to fade,
iridescent tints of dusk emit,
expressive shades of love portrayed,
when at last I'm in your arms again.