Bedtime poem

Between orphic twilight
and peel of a pink prime
I dream about your nakedness
covert under a satin sheet
of the night

Until your mainly
seductive voice
sails through the gap of time
delude my inside virtue
with heavenly choice

Write wet lyrics
with your pouty lips
up and down
my soft sensors
till nightgown helplessly
from my shoulders slips

I will praise row scent 
of your hard instrument
and fallow its vibes
while you shower my dewy cave
in fervent climax

We will hit impossible tunes
trough rehearsal  of love
with stars who would  become
our secretive scribes