A Sweetheart’s Love: A Pair of Wings

Lovers sharing a night in bed - a romantic poem.

My stones sanely wafting - that angelic, swift sword…
Uplifted by glory, a soul pointing toward
My queen’s latest triumph, a shrewd, magic chord;
A knowing perfection, that beauteous reward…

Revealed to her gent, a winter’s dream flow;
My love’s ancient levels, a pyramid show;
A tribute to the sun, stars, and moon’s evening glow - 
Cloudless and still, each constellation’s bough.

Huge ships’ advancing, we anchor, drift closer;
My sweetheart eyes passion - I will not oppose her.
The bells high up chiming, my erotic fates chose her.
Wet kissing, sweet groans, my banging arose her.

A successful rendition - savoring each moment.
So sensual and amorous, parts glow in cement -
Partnership exploring - those choice years foment
That future so cloudless, the sun’s bright descent. 

Each potent direction, for depth - her heart sings;
The fervor, detection - my lover’s sure wings.
Each happy erection so cordially brings
A climax so wondrous, my instrument rings…

A joyous acclaim, and aplomb may compare -
A pulse-pounding evening, ecstatic and rare.
Consistently awesome, two saints simply there -
A special alliance so svelte, they declare…