Erotic toxin

In the night when the stars alight the sky
be with me through the silence of that dark.
Together we will knit those arousing fabric;
let us clash like the storm clouds with the
groaning that sounds like the rumbling of ecstacy
let us feel the soft brushing of wind
slithering through fleshy red acoustic passion,
let those hills be crushed and plains be ravaged,
let the honeyed labiums be bartered and the whines be clustered,
and let the fissures of desire be filled with the sweetness of love.
When the clouds splash inside the caves of
life, we will embrace to pass the ocean
outside us, and the warmth inside us.
Dream shall be sweet and the minds will be high
for we have inhaled the most erotic of all the toxins.