The night illuminated
By spontaneous spectacles
Of intense lighting . . . .
Entry unannounced, wet from rain,
Her nakedness shivered in the darkness
Slipped spontaneously into the softness of his bed
The wetness of her hair damp on her pillow,
The softness of her breathing an echo in his ear.
He was beguiled less by the softness of her skin,
Enticed more by subtle resonance of soft emotions
Drawn like silky soft threads of a silkworm
From the confines of her inner being . . . .
The intimacy of the night a wonderful event.
Tastefully sensual and silky
Tastefully sensual and silky smooth, Stephen
Beautifully written!