Under the moonlit sky, below a blanket of stars.

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.