Love

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

Bedtime poem