Strawberry Moon

I remembered the gleam in your eyes,

shining brilliance. Fascination,

hot on my lips, ached for your

stimulation – craving your firey touch.

Seer my skin with Passion’s blaze.

Sweet seduction! I lost control,

putty in your skilled hands. Quivers

of sensual release, flooded torrents,

sparks endulating instinctual chemistry;

primal lust turned into making love,

intensity escaped evaluation.

Happiness would’ve been, laying

skin on skin, surrendering to mutual

wander, till the moon shown again.

 

 

Picture c/o http://cdn.inquisitr.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/pink-full-moon-thursday-2013.jpeg

 

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