A shy glance of eyes filled with heat.
A pair of hands shyly search for each other.
Her face burns rosy when their eyes meet.
And never has he yearned more for another.
Her legs cross and her heart pounds fast,
as he leans in to steal a kiss.
And the realization that they may love at last,
covers them with a blanket of bliss.
A kiss, a touch, a caress of the skin,
As he inquires, "Are you sure?"
She pulls him closer and completely gives in,
As she replies, "Make me pure."
She gives and she gives and he takes it all,
and the moon glows gently above.
And the names of each other they continue to call,
As the stars see their making of love.
· Fri Oct 11, 2013 @ 10:17pm · 0 Comments