8Velvet petals pressed together
brushing soft mounds
and lush valleys.
The rose-crested hills
warmed by fluttering wings
and a whisper of the wind.
Soft clouds trace sensuous paths
across the smooth plains
of the sweetest creation.
Flickers of dew slide
across forbidden treasures
sending shards of electric fire.
In this midnight hour
two worlds become one
reshaping and reforming,
fitting perfectly.