This poem is best suited "centered" option no available...:)
Heat's Shadow


In the mist of evening's fall,
as the sun embraces
angels' goodbye;
while the moon
embraces halls' of passion.
The heat of day
transforms the heart's enzymes
to linger,
on soft and enticing secrets
in tender lair,
in the sanctuary of passion;
where beauty
bestows submission,
like an open flower,
releasing its' fragrance;
mingling with the senses,
enthralling nerve endings
of touch...
engulfed in hotness
becoming one
until the cool touch
of daybreak whisks
nakedness,
with its nerveless whisper,
blending yesterdays
into tomorrows...
where hearts are united
into the ebb and flow
of life...
The heat,
the cool fragrance,
of an angel's kiss....

Lovely write, even if it can't be centred..

Ainjel, I forgot that I posted this one...thanks for the read,
pleased that you enjoyed...