Let us bury ourselves in the stillness of the night,
and make waves against the sheets of our desires.
As moonbeams glisten on sweat riddled bodies,
that move in sweet synchronization on satin covered land.
Whispered songs shall emanate from lips seeking lips,
and fingers shall trace the land before them with
remembering pathways so familiar even with eyes closed.
Oh, how the night trembles with yearning,
as temperature rises above and beyond,
where our heartbeats drum beneath our chests
faster and faster yet in tune with one another.
Climbing towards the stars that look down on us,
until we reach the heavens in each others arms,
where our hearts were destined to be satiated,
with the kind of love that our souls are attuned to.
-The Elusive Scribe 072213-