Remember that night on the mountain?
I think of it so often, after so much time
My body still shivers and trembles
And my face flushes with fever
Of long-passed-remembered passion
Hot, black, velvet night cooled by highland breeze
And heated by flames of desire
That roared all night refusing to be quenched
Moon witness to our rite of passion
Covering her blushes with filmy clouds
Symphony of crickets and night sounds
Stars winking their burning approval Sweetness of honey suckle
And clean pine woods scent
Smell of your hot skin, sweat and cologne
Mingled with musk and perfume of mine
Do you ever remember that night?
Does your heartbeat quicken, hands long
To touch smooth ivory mountains
Lips yearn to kiss rose-colored pebble-hard tops
Pointing toward heaven as I lay in your arms
And they arch closer to your mouth?
Does your body tremble like mine in remembering?
The hardness and fever of that night rise again? Can you feel my silken hair against your chest?
My tender honeyed words of surrender
Whispered against your neck
The heat of our deep kisses
As breath and souls touched and blended
My lips offering tribute of pleasure
To the high and low places
Of your strong masculinity
As yours offer worship to
The hills and valleys of your goddess of love
The way my body and hair moved
And my breasts swayed, slowly sensuously
As you enthroned me above you?
Do you ever remember that night
Are you living it now again with me
The dizzy high of our mountaintop love?
