Moon hangs, almost full pieces of cloud scatter, glide in soft, summer breeze. We lay in our meadow listening to the sound of night her head nestled on my arm. Night air made for kissing dances upon our skin chilling wherever is damp. She stirs, quietly calls, my name hangs on summer eve floats about our meadow. She sighs, moves closer snuggling in, once again her breath stirs, awakens. Hands join in gentle caress exploration shared and renewed oh, so smooth and lovely. We turn, lips meeting slow, softly, delicate building quickly to demand. Crying out, beginning and end collapsing, breathing ragged moon hangs, slightly fuller. Read more at: netpoets/poems/love42/1514001.htm © netpoets
Posted on: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 15:53:02 +0000