Secrets Of Softness Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

soft the night
its glow fell light
the shimmering
pure and frail…
Trembling with delight
blossoms, softly, stealthy
stepping through the
wet moon's waning…
To rave, to revel, to bow
to oil my unguents magical
upon the pout of such
enchantresses honeyed lips…
Mingling the ingredients'
the elements from her golden
virgin bosoms bare, on
the flickering sense, in that circle
of the chaste and clean…
Trembling, bejeweled, in sacraments
of an infinite goddess
swing and trace velvet soft
back and front, soul and sway and flow
caresses, recesses; the spell woven
the sequence, consciousness
to the spirit, on sweet virgin lips…
On scarlet lips, sleek and
shameless, that prowl like a star
from heaven; such the miracle, a key
of purest mores, that ache
torturing for the kiss
that complete ethereal
bestowal laced and embraced, of
the dreams of things
in heart's blood flames
commanding love for evermore…
Glowing eyes, naked breasts, naked
limbs and rosy-red lusts; life that is like
the way to God; the heights
the hollows, the caves of
pure depth stoke the fires
of desires within me
pure of a matter grown
as a nameless darkness
spreads the dreams which
softly whimper, understand…
The wisps of her ecstasy
born of me, cry to the
pearl, divinely soft
delicious and intoxicating
like honey, passion, and
wanton pain, wanting the
soothing tripling pleasures…
Of this one males caress
onto their wanton tryst, to
swing, to kiss deeply between
her savory thighs, and eclipse
from this world of soul-sick stress
and passionless living, all of
the galaxy's like of death…
In each exquisite glimmering, beyond
believing each minute's carved and
cleaning desires, in one expanding
urgent strenuous lift there rocks; my key
unlocked, shooting golden passionate dew
into the secrets of her softness…