Darkness comes
In the hushed silence of night
Veiled in his cloak of shadows
Swirling about as mists
Of dew drop passion shimmering
Hiding his face
But not his words
Which brush as if fingers
Tracing the language of sin
Across exposed flesh
Writing shiver trails
Over hardened ends
And through soft valleys
Leaving remains of damp upon lips
Mouthing the naughty
But tasting of the divine
Merging into rivers
Seeping through vestiges
Of wine blend moments
Of carnal caramel
And the dark Chocolate
Of consummation

s.a.t.