Literature
Love's Completion
Misty kisses, made of a gentle moist rapture's desire, wherein is a fantasy's erotica found
Caresses of touch sought, their rhythm an eternal echo of angels' whispered sighing
A gentle accented song softly mixed with a rebounding beat of my hidden soul,
A symphony choreographed by the night's mistress's conducting,
Gentle moonlit rays entice the tides of desire, beckoning, releasing, a passion longed for,
A passion almost found, yet never touched, never brought to completion
A heart yearns for the touch of a lover dreamed of in the shadowed realms of my spirit
Oh that he would come.
Then, as a cottony night's breeze comes over me in a slumb