My Sweetheart’s Love: A Pair of Wings

Lovers sharing a night in bed - a romantic poem.

My stone’s settling in - that angelic, swift sword -
Uplifted by glory, a soul pointing toward
My queen’s newest triumph, a magic, shrewd chord…
A knowing perfection, a beauteous reward…

Revealed to this 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 -
Our partnership exploring - those choice years foment
A future of cloudlessness, the sun’s bright descent…

A fervent detection, my lover’s pure wings.
Those potent directions, for depth, her heart sings;
Each happy erection so cordially brings
A climax so wondrous, the instrument rings.

A pulse-pounding evening, ecstatic and rare.
Consistently awesome, two saints simply there;
A special alliance so svelte, they declare -
A joyful dualism - way beyond compare.