The colors of our nights <br />flow in different hues <br /> <br />blood reds on the satin sheets <br /> <br />deep dark blues of gentle breathing <br /> <br />candle light soothing; <br /> <br />the smells of body scents <br />and perfume; <br /> <br />August's most heated nights <br />the sweep of enfolding arms <br /> <br />the over head fan twirls <br />over gentle writhings <br /> <br />healing tremblings <br /> <br />as we two <br />spin away into <br />Perfection's Consumated Dream <br /> <br />where breathless love mates <br />with sensual overwhelmng <br />sighs seductive breathings <br />making it oh so clear <br /> <br />why <br />we humans were placed here <br /> <br />to make love and children <br />in the colors of our night <br /> <br />hot pinks <br />ravishing reds <br />and deep blues. <br /> <br />I look into your eyes <br />reflecting back to me <br />the nights perfection <br /> <br />come real <br />and if never again <br /> <br />to be seen <br /> <br />this time alone would be enough <br /> <br />to paint Van Gogh <br />colors and stars <br /> <br /> <br />on our bed room ceiling <br />forever <br /> <br />on this <br /> <br />Starry Starry Night<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/van-gogh-nights/
