Under the moonlit sky, below a blanket of stars,
I lay with you in a land afar.
A touch of skin soft and supple,
with the hint of sweat.
We fought our resistance beneath
the cool sheets,
as the wind flowed from the French
window aside.
Eyes met briefly and begged for the
chance,
to abandon all of our
uncertainties.
Our clothes found resting place on
the floor,
piece by piece,
until there were no hiding places,
for the two glistening and wanting
bodies.
You left me screaming and soaked,
in oblivion again and again.
Our slow rhythm gave way,
to urgent and demanding thrusts of
passion.
As I arched my body for your
comfort,
you threw me into ecstasy,
with your powerful blows.
I welcomed the weight of you to
crush me,
forcing our way to the peaks of
bliss.
And you collapsed on top of me,
still hot and burning.
Under the moonlit sky, below a blanket of stars,
I'm yours, wherever you are.
