As mysterious as the spectral night,
Out of the shadows, you beckon to me,
Your pale skin lambent with an inner light,
Every delicious curve of your body
Outlined in high key by a sheer black sheath,
Ripe with the tantalising delight
Of the barely concealed pleasures beneath,
Soon to be revealed to my enthralled sight.
You temptingly stretch out a black gloved hand
To draw me into the musky darkness,
There to ascend to that transcendent land,
Flesh burning with each exquisite caress,
Consumed in the sweet intoxication
Of our love’s lubricious consummation.