Moonlight glimmers faintly, 

through breeze tossed curtains.

A glow flickers,

in the darkness of the night.

I can feel you.

A gentle touch that tingles my body,

emotions awaken within,

a spirit that remembers. 

Illusions of another time,

put to rest as,

heat burns my skin

and fire rakes the inside of my soul.

A musky scent of passion,

surrounds us like a wall.

Jasmine is in the air.

Filling the room, my senses,

desire reigning everywhere.

Moonlight creeps again,

into the darkened room,

Bodies burn with sweat,

from an afterglow of lust.

The forbidden fruit, 

nourishing, an eternal memory.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Poetry

Word Count: 100

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