The moon rises, as do my desires.
Beams of light stream through
the open window, silhouetting his form.
Summer sun cools, my body heats,
Awaiting his touch.
Now, lip to lip, his softly sweeping mine.
Taste of sweet wine lingers,
As does the sweetness of his kiss.
Wanting, yearning, needing more.
Tangled bodies sway,
Motion by motion, to the rhythm of desire.
Sultry skin glistens,
Sighs, heavy, making their wanting known.
Dew drops from my lips, trail his sweet skin,
Salty like the sea.
Discovering hidden treasures of his form.
Hungering for more,
They continue, leaving no stone unturned.
Journeying back to his lips, body to body,
Touch to touch, like a hot southern night,
Drenched with anticipation,
We become one.