We dance under the nascent moon <br />delicate twirls, eye twinkles <br />and tree shadows <br />far away horns blowing <br />and I <br />take your hand; <br />delicately <br />placed lips <br />linger there <br />as soft <br />soft breaths <br />straddle index <br />and ring fingers <br />and you quiver quietly. <br /> <br />I hear the night owl hoot <br />musical strains <br />from the dance <br />sail out to us <br />offering a caress <br />to eager ears <br />buffeted by Jasmine perfumes <br />intoxicating <br />recklessly <br />heart fibers <br />which only come out <br />for brilliant moon-stars <br />under magnolia trees <br />where fireflies <br />in the Carolina night <br />dance to light heavens lights <br />and I <br />allow my soul to <br />brush across <br />your summer nape <br />like a softly shooting star <br />descending into your hair's drape <br />where I breathe deeply <br />of its fragrances <br />and those of the fire-fly night <br />as you shudder into <br />me <br />breasts erect <br />offering too <br />their loving caress <br />and I <br />smell you <br />like summer <br />at night. <br /> <br />You whisper to me that you want to have a baby, my baby. <br /> <br />To be continued.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-at-night/
