Mysterious Beloved

Mysterious beloved dressed in exquisite and elegant garb Give me your breath as we lay down to rest Hang down your hair and nurse me your breast Mysterious beloved blessed so elicit, so wild and unbarred Greenlands will blossom beautified with flowers Bursting with senses and fashioned with powers Nature she reasons a glorious might which flashes with lightning against the night. Prompting us to feel in a dangerous way Capturing each other in flirtations play Mysterious beloved send me your letters scarlet or words Then I will call you and ask your return Shall we forget all and kindle and burn Mysterious beloved we found this very special place. Thus our souls will truly happily interlace. Every night without you I vision your smiling face. Feeling inspired with our memories as your fingers are thrilling me as I spontaneously linger. Blissfully I am dreaming stirring my fancy. Gleaming with a flaming memory of our past romancing. Taming my loneliness so gently! Mysterious beloved can you feel my warmness Constantly reminiscing our cherished tenderness You render me helpless with your sweet caress Sketching sentimental verses like an old-fashioned poet Painting images with feathers drifting as a candle shines streaking across my pen guiding me to happy endings. Our deepest passions have soothed me Taming my loneliness so gently Let our homesick wish dissolve with a remembrance of our kiss. Send it with moonbeams as our reverie is softly descending. Simply counting the days as the minutes pass till we rejoin! Travelling homeward at last Mysterious beloved we will revel and embrace The tears of joy will never erase my smiles of endearment and will finally replace our absence from one another as our sorrow has been chased. Mysterious beloved we shall fall impassioned at the blink of an eye in a stormy frenzy. Stirring our enchantment in a luscious fashion in reckless abandonment so preciously! Sumptuously overridden with no foreseen horizon. Smothering ourselves with attention so deliciously Exchanging pleasures as our whispers enliven the distinct level of our blazing fire inflamed perpetually by our own desire.