The Rage

the moon is glorious tonight
lovers are about to take flight
such a rush, such a sight
a quest for greater heights

a kiss, like fire to the lips
mighty hands trembling, slips
every touch, every snips
onto to the fiery bliss

bodies bared, souls entwined
silence being upset by moans
lovers locked, languid grinds
as he breached her, sweet torments

she won’t be caged, she’ll be on top
he must oblige, let her release her wrath
she indulges, lets him in inside her warmth
passion burns, greater than the sun

then silence, calm after the rage
love eternal that will never age