She comes to him in this quiet place,
Where lovers like to come,
Her words only meant for one…
With gestures of an ageless grace.

She engulfs him with her sensuality,
She beckons with just a smile,
Her tender warmth can beguile…
Any man with thoughts of possibility.

Her touch burns him with internal fire,
And as her scent washes over him,
He reaches to bring her within…
His realm of tender love and desire.

Together they move like the endless tide,
Their bodies covered like dew,
Discovering things old and new…
Each emotion never to be denied.

Into each other beneath the stars,
Until they are both sated,
Heaven itself could not have fated…
For this pair to have met, Venus and Mars.

2002, The Copper Dragoness