Alone with Essence

Walking nature's lane, which mirrors the night,
Which mirrors my steps;
A long, lonely session defines this insightful trek.

Around tree and stone,
A fragrance curls itself along the color-colliding, dusky horizon's mist.
A harmonious brew
Concocted by nature's own appetite for a sensually scented delight.

An exciting urge untapped by a lady's fingers.
A relaxing sense of a little death that starts with a little kiss.
A feral soul where wild pleasure's linger.

Now, campfire spreads,
The moon bedazzles,
As the essence of night begins to unravel.
This is how I am alone with her along my lonesome travels.