At the portals of her heart,
there exists a feeling only two comprehend.

In this empyreal,
the moon sojorns with the stars,
the lambent flames from the campfires of our hearts cast a comforting glow
as LOVE was inscribed at the ceiling of the sky

The beautitudes of the night
saw me through the pupils of her eyes
which surely was my escort
to the inner-most chamber of her heart
where imprisoned I am forever
and on her flowery breasts,
my rest, I took
and sensually, we sizzled.
© Enash86