As paradise nightly awakes, and I, <br />In castles of dream, find my happy heart <br />Aching for love, he then comes, bringing my <br />Beautiful midnight spices. He departs <br />Every dawn, morning-fresh dew on his brow, <br />Love of my life leaves delighted, bids adieu <br />For a while. I shake our stardust bed now <br />And recall being wrapped close in his two <br />Strong arms all night through. Paradise lovers <br />Need no food as love keeps them fed, moonshine <br />Creates spiced patterns in cyber-space above, <br />Where they play lover's games. Passion divine <br />Fills my soul at the sound of his name, and <br />As exotic perfumes fill the air, fairly <br />Trembling, I now longlingly hold his hand <br />In spiced welcome. My heart knows he is there. <br /> <br />Our nights fill with fragrance like wine, shining <br />With pleasure, we sip spiced love every night.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-spices/
