One More Hour Of Sensual Bliss Poem by Melvina Germain

One more hour of earth fire, sensual bliss.
An hour to triumph, loving you like this. No
more pain within my bones, no heartache, no
worry scars, no cares of financial loans. Just
loving you in a freelance zone.

Come take my sanity to heights of escapable
vanity. Let the power of this lovesick body
soar, let the inner animal roar. Come, lend
me your hand to soothe my Angel. Let me
place my finger on the tip of Mt. Everest. Aww
may the waters run freely down that slippery
slope.

May the earth rumble with volcanic emotion, yes
please forget all prior devotions. Come, please
me as your silk rain trickles within. Massage
faint rhythms slowly beneath my skin. Take me
to heights unknown, I'll meet you there.

Strip the cloth and bare all, come...journey with
me down memories hall. This one last hour shall
ne’re be forgotten as you and I lay together amidst
this silk arena. As our bodies visit each other while
our hearts beat like lonely drums. We harvest no
inhibitions as we dip in the valley of lusts illusions.

Come with me in this one more hour, let our minds
merge together as we feast on pure animal pleasure.
Come with me my wanting Knight. Open your arms,
embrace my soul, penetrate my being with all your
might. Aww release the fire, yes release the light.

As Heavens stars trickle ore my body, and faint
music permeate the air. You breathe the breath of
a long lost tiger and take me screaming over the
highest mountain top there.

Now hold me tight within your grasp, let no feather
separate our being. This one last hour is ours to
have, fulfill the desire of many lonely midnight dreams.
Aww feel the explosion manifest, feel the power surge.
This one more hour of sensual bliss was elegantly and
triumphantly served.