By FRITZ CRYTZER
Midnight candlelight,
liquid music, perfumed
by musky fragrances
cry softly of
erotic intimacies.
Half closed glances
touch sinuous forms,
and wispy breathing
accelerates, hardens,
until the crescendo of
nature’s will has come.
Then a climactic fall
into a warmy wet tranquility,
softly, until they both begin the climb
once more.