Tryst
A tryst, on this night so hot.
Your body shakes. Cool breezes on your skin.
Your lover comes. Your heart surges with joy.
So late, but on this night you cannot sleep
For want of letting out your heart's passion,
The sharing of your intimate pleasure.
This is not your first pleasure;
For you have shared so many nights this hot,
Despite misgivings about shared passion.
Caressing, now, your lover's trembling skin,
Awakening your ardour from its sleep
To share this moment of unfettered joy.
The garden now conceals your joy.
Fences and hazel trees hide your pleasure
Obscuring shade as you lie twined in sleep
To rouse again in lust so deep and hot
That nails cut marks on taut and yielding skin
And beasts are startled by cries of passion.
Some sweet wine cools the passion.
You murmur. Soothing words reveal the joy
Betrayed by capillaries on your skin
From that first time you met. Your shared pleasure
Comes from your heart, a rush of blood, the hot
Glow of emotions that can never sleep.
Your fears and worries soon sleep.
It feels so right to share this deep passion.
Your lover holds your beating heart, so hot
In trembling hands. You give your love with joy
And love responds; waves of deep'ning pleasure
Which threatens to burst forth out of your skin
And flood the world. Twitching skin
Feels feather touches. Nerves which cannot sleep
Tingle from caresses. Oh, this pleasure
Which cannot be contained. This pure passion
Emerges as a deep religious joy -
Ecstatic prayers, burning soul, so hot.
Your glowing skin, your sated passion.
You ache for sleep. Echoing joy -
Ragged, your pleasure; your breath, hot.
Copyright © Alexander T Greene
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