Meadow Again
Moon hangs, almost full
pieces of cloud scatter,
glide in soft, summer breeze.
We lay in our meadow
listening to the sound of night
his head nestled on my arm.
Night air made for kissing
dances upon our skin
chilling wherever is damp.
He stirs, quietly calls
my name hangs on summer eve
floats about our meadow.
He sighs, moves closer
snuggling in, once again
his breath stirs, awakenes.
Hands join in gentle caress
exploration shared and renewed
oh, so smooth and lovely.
We trun, lips meeting
slow, softly, delicate
building quickly to demand.
Crying out, begining and end
collapsing, breathing ragged
moon hangs, slightly fuller.
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