In the quiet of the night
when it is very late
She hears her lover calling
like a cricket calling his mate
Here I am my love, come to me
in my arms, I will love you tenderly
I will wrap your lace in my arms of leather
and lift your spirits like no other
She puts her heart wings on
so she can fly fast
she soars through the air
the spell has been cast
In the distance
she see the script of her desire
she longs for her love
and his flames of fire
she dances on hot coals
elated and free
she falls in a deep hole
imprisoned
it's where she wants to be
Copyright @ Aqua Flower
Lion and Tigress series
2020
Love poems like this flow naturally from your pen. The poem epitomizes passion.
You always get my love poems. I'm glad you liked it. I enjoyed reading it again. Bri pointed out Sear was indeed incorrect.. It was suppose to read soar. I think it reads much better now...thank you Bri!
A very sensual and passionate poem. Nicely written finally she reached where she wanted to be, Great Loved it.10++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" I will wrap your lace in my arms of leather" Is that human-speak or cricket-speak? verb sear: " to burn the surface of something with extreme heat" ? This poem is somewhat lost on me. :) bri
Thank you for the proofread. I changed sear to soar. my mistake. As far as the lace and leather...that was my favorite line. It expresses the stark difference between materials somewhat strong and someone delicate. This indicates how the lovers are to each other. " Lost on you.....? I hope you find it...lol