Steamy Passions, 3

Moonlight spills across our bed
revealing the smile on your sleeping face—
No doubt you’re dreaming of an earlier passion spent

Watching you sparks an ember glowing
and a sudden thrill percolates in me
So I close my eyes and send my hands drifting
to a warm moist place spotlighted by the moonbeam’s gentle glow

flattering the wetness there
I explore my fire burning brightly
in the depths of my very soul

I look at you
The night is alight with the passion—
I tremble and soar and call your name
and rush into your embrace at the height of happiness and self-fulfillment

What is sex without you?


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