Tonight the moon shall hear the music that we shall play,
with our beating hearts and trembling hands,
as we explore the maps we’ve laid out for each other,
that will lead us to hidden treasures and forbidden pleasures.
Tonight the moon shall hear the words we shall whisper,
against each other’s lips kissed beyond comprehension,
eliciting sweetness for every velvet caress
of strawberry lips that crave for infinite bliss.
Tonight the moon shall hear the cries of our souls
merging into one,
with our bodies that blend with night’s quiet shade,
until all still and quiet in each other’s embrace,
as sleep takes us to be with the dreams we create.
-The Elusive Scribe 051513-