Somewhere out there, where lovers meet.
In the still of night, with muted light.
Lilacs fragrance consume the air.
Basking in it’s perfume, you lie there.
A tilt of the heads toward each other,
eyes gaze in mysterious delight.
Fingers intertwining, searching,
Music of the heart, plays it’s part.
Slowly, carressing, fondling, arousing.
Fire burning, senuously, responding
to each and every touch, enjoying each
other, oh so much.
Immersed as one, intertwining bodies,
catch the light of moon, an explosion
erupts from deep inside and not a
moment too soon.
Bodies glisten in the moonlit night,
sighs of pleasure resonate.
The night is young, the moon is full.
Time is of no importance, live long into
the night and enjoy, again and again and
again.
Written: August 29/06
Melvina Germain
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/580-making-love/
