Rapture

In the faint glow, of the candles,

shadows dance, a rhythmic show,

with moans, gasping and panting,

creating a sensual flow...

In the darkness of the night. 

A distant rumble, in the sky,

raindrop patters, against the window,

and wind howls, in the resonance,

adding music, into hearts in rapture...

Creating an intoxicating atmosphere. 

The night seems long, sound softens,

from noisy squeaking, to rustling voice,

deeper grunts, changing to giggles, 

loud clapping, into sweet cuddles...

Like blessed rains, post thunderstorm. 

The flames flicker, burning it out,

as the moon peeks, from the clouds, 

with its rays, vanishing the shadows,

letting two hearts, glimpse their faces...

Becoming mesmerized, by the gaze. 

Rapture... 

Two bodies entwined, 

embracing the desires within,

in these chambers, passion ignites, 

spreading aromas, of hedonistic cravings...

A symphony of love and ecstasy.