The lovers writhe in unison, their tongues dancing
Like serpents in the dusk, hiding in the underbrush,
Where sweet nectars tempt with their forbidden fruits.
Just a taste can make a man weak with desire and a woman
Moan as her pleasure unfolds, first softly, like the nascent
Birth of spring, and then in tumultuous waves while the
Garden within her quakes with exquisite sensations.
Reaching high notes where her equilibrium is shattered
Like a fine crystal, emulsified into exploding fragments,
Piercing her heart with belonging and tender emotion.
As her thoughts become pure rapture without words.
They unite like a lone silhouette,
A sacred shadow against the wall.
Moving in a mindless rhythm, human flames of delight,
With hearts ablaze and loins set afire, burning to a quick.
Only to reignite into a combustible flame which envelops them
In a sequence of rhapsody to play until dawn shows her face.
The second stanza is almost like an eroticism of nature, a sultry garden of Eden. I like the notion of high notes shattering fine crystal in the third stanza.