Night Release

As she stands in the doorway of her empty room
His presence fills her sense of gloom
Thoughts of his love a thousand miles away
Warms her heart in abundant display

The nights are filled with vivid dreams
Ensconced with colors floating on moonbeams
All the reds, purples, and blues
The colors of passion in all hues

She lies in wait for his velvet touch
His hands, his fingers, she loves so much
He molds her silky flesh within his hands
Her body responding giving over to his demands

Oceans of blue could not stand between
This night, this moment, all unseen
Every sense awakened and now fills her soul
As his love bounds in and takes control

He takes her completely without restraint
Case in point and without complaint
He rides her, drills her in full flaming desire
Letting the distance between them fuel their fire

Their bodies rock and pound hard and deep
A mass of heated flesh in a sex tangled heap
Their shadows flicker as the night overtakes
Feeling the earth tremble and quake

Flesh against flesh, skin on skin
Deep passion and fire within
Relentless in pursuit of their ultimate goal
Making them happy, making them whole

As their release makes the night fill with sound
Sighs and moans that are quite profound
She cries out hard in the night as her juice begins to flow
As he, too, hits his zenith and his plateau

Their naked bodies quivering in the wake of release
Full of love and full of peace
Their shallow breathing subsides to a single deep breath
The night beginning it’s rise to it’s death

As the sunlight breaks the black
And reality sets in with his attack
She opens her eyes to an empty room
Ready for the night again to steal the gloom.
Misty Jewell 2/26/07

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Hi! My name is Misty and am a true country, Southern girl who likes sweet tea, fishing, and Sunday drives. I am a teacher, a mother, a lover, and friend. I love to cook and try new recipes. I also adore music. It's my main passion, and all genre's of music touch me on some level. I also love art, reading, and writing. My writing is not some made up bullshit. It's very personal to me. So if you want to know me, read my words.

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