Auburn hair cool to the touch in Luscious moonlight I breath in your scent. Sweet oranges drip from your lips Tasting fresh leaving my mouth Hungry. Plump painted hues in evening's sighs, Your eyes are the blue of midnight, Clustered softly against my breasts. Your fragrance pure as wildflower honey. You tend to the gardens and gather Violets for me. Your arms are jewels that hold me As our pulse beats together as one. Queens and virgins of heaven will Will always love your sacred ways. Midnight Pearl Contest Julie Heckman