Intoxyc8me's blog: "Southern Poems"

Song of Passion by LateNiteFantasy© soft and low the humming as the orchestra begins led by the music inspired by the melody She begins her song becoming one with the notes, the tempo, the passion she accompanies the beauty of the music. The mood of the music determines her voice sweet and melodic with the play of the flutes becoming determined and strong as the crashing of the cymbals nears You are my music my voice lending proof to the power of your art as we blend into one powerful performance We are the song of passion

A Southern Song by LateNiteFantasy© Pin prick heat envelopes the night as her perfume trails tickling fingers of vanilla blooms and gin. Sticky waves shimmer through the air drawing runnels of salty sweat down his languid skin. A sly shift of savvy southern eyes hint at something undefined yet utterly tangible still. They slowly sway to a private waltz slipping into the rhythmic dance with consummate skill. He observes her precise stance watching her watching him with shadowy intent. The sibilant cry of a mockingbird pays tribute to her essence in sublime lament. Two savants testing each other by sounding silent queries subtle yet strong. With a soft aria of sheer desire hidden within the melody of the illusive Southern Song.