Night Spices. Poem by Fay Slimm

As paradise nightly awakes, and I,
In castles of dream, find my happy heart
Aching for love, he then comes, bringing my
Beautiful midnight spices. He departs
Every dawn, morning-fresh dew on his brow,
Love of my life leaves delighted, bids adieu
For a while. I shake our stardust bed now
And recall being wrapped close in his two
Strong arms all night through. Paradise lovers
Need no food as love keeps them fed, moonshine
Creates spiced patterns in cyber-space above,
Where they play lover's games. Passion divine
Fills my soul at the sound of his name, and
As exotic perfumes fill the air, fairly
Trembling, I now longlingly hold his hand
In spiced welcome. My heart knows he is there.

Our nights fill with fragrance like wine, shining
With pleasure, we sip spiced love every night.