Into The Arms Of Eros


There is a poetry in her eyes and lips
In her smile and the curves of her body
The feel of her soft skin in the darkness
Our tongues seeking moist flesh 
To a serenade of moans and sighs
I cannot deny these things or the torment 
Of being alone
Life is a twisted, evil affair that ends with a sarcastic grin
I refuse to believe that this passionate tryst 
Is all that beckons in the distance
Just as I maintain that we all pass through many lives
Across the cosmic plain
Love me or remain estranged it is all the same
I will find my way
Into the arms of Eros again.