A Night With Venus

From the first sight to eternity,

Her anatomy is sheer divinity,

As she saunters towards you, you breathe,"Mine!"

The sound of her breathing more intoxicating than the most ardent of wines;

What follows is the fiery inferno of Her touch,

The passions which awaken, it is almost too much!

Next you breathe in Her redolent scent,

Inciting a carnality, that must be vent;

Her ravishing hair skirts your face,

As her lips trail behind, making your heart race;

Then your silhouettes merge in ecstatic delirium,

What lust! what desire! Absolute pandemonium;

Fierce grips and gentle caresses,

Invoking pleasure from your deepest, intangible recesses...

The climax is the epitome of sexuality,

She makes you question it all, even your own mortality;

Once you are spent, you just lay there, entwined in her embrace,

Marveling at how she handles nudity with such grace;

Is it possible for your mortal mind to process the night?

The image of the goddess, dissolves into a chasm of light!

In the end, all you have is the indent of the night: A kindled ember, 

An idea of a night which is perfervid  to remember