Felicity

In the light of a lover's eyes
I am driven into the dark wild
a fire burns deep in my chest.

In the white hours of winter
two bodies captured in love
a special kiss ignites the fire.

A future begs to be foretold
from the night I can not hide
passion controling my being.

In the light of a lover's fire
my soft firm touch is desired
hands cup warm supple flesh.

Our future no longer needs told
for tonight the drums beat hard
keeping rhythm with our souls.

Passion penetrates through me
intense my mind begs to flee but
an aroma consumes my essence.

In the light of a lover's passion
we fall into the depths of ecstasy
bowing to a heated carnal crest.

Hear the drums beating to climax
chanting of every blissful moment
forcing our bodies to keep rhythm.

We arch in perpetual euphoria
indulging in this moment's encore
slowing to relish a moment past.

In the light of a lover's devotion
is where I find my sweet serenity
for there is no greater felicity.




Ariauna Bopp
September 27, 2006