The Night Is Young

The night is young,

Quoth he to me,

All sounds around

Are calm.

Let me caress you

Lovingly,

A gentle,

Soothing balm

 

Of scented oil

Stroked on

Your flesh,

Porcelain in hue.

Valleys of

Togetherness

And mountain peaks

We’ll view.       

 

A tender kiss

Won’t bid adieu,

With passion’s flame

Ignite.

Come quietly,

To me,

My love.

Youthful is the night.

 

OK, Oliana, this one’s down to you. ‘The night is young’, you said.

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