When the eyes are wearied
And the mind dulled,
The body soaked in fatigue,
Numbness rules supreme;
And to curl up and sleep
Till eternity
Is the only reprieve
Through the panes, let Golden Adonis
Wander into your bed then;
Slant his intentions as you recline,
Heralding sweet slumber
Into your chambers,
So that surrender to him you do
And into his embrace lie
Languor and modesty do then dictate
That draped in a veil you be,
And so, with the fluff
Of the downy soft quilt
Warming and toasting you from within,
Let the shutters fall
On your eyes
Tenderness hovers on those parted lips
As you huddle,
Basking in the fervency
And heat of his thoughts,
While exhaustion is replaced
With soft smiles
As you yield to your deeply felt sighs
A trilogy of sorts is enacted
As they all blend to caress:
Those golden fingers paint your face
While the cloak wraps, enflaming
Those wanton thoughts
Smoothing the creases in your whys
And they in unison sing, a lullaby
~Glowing Embers~
