Feel direct flares of starlight that are never ending.
Elaborate tears shaped comets of quicksilver descending.
View bathed in a muted blue.
Pantomime bodies beguile with infinite kisses true.
He sighed and closed his eyes.
A life of heated encounters, the physical – that epitomize.
Emerge hot and consumed, passion already fires up with intensity.
No way can he restrain the ripping flames that grow so rapidly.
Remain wrapped around this apparition a situation in kind.
She is a muse-like dancing firestorm, inside his mind.
Like Calliope a wildly creative living soul.
While like Morpheus he sleeps in the nights ebony hole…