The night they first met

The silver moonlight
played on her skin
caressing her nudeness
inviting him in.

Her face was blushing
what would he think?
her breasts, too small?
too perky, too pink?

She shouldn't have feared
he drinked in her sight
her breathtaking beauty
surrounded by light.

He kissed her in passion
his heart beating wild,
and when she responded
relaxing, he smiled.

He parted the petals
of her female rose,
of the woman he loved,
the woman he chose.

He entered her gently,
she was so tight,
she quivered in passion
and it felt so right.

Moving, exploring,
forward and back,
he felt her, sensed her
in his gentle attack

Her eyes were wide,
trembling: her lips,
her fists were clenched,
shaking: her hips.

She felt his moves,
his gentle touch,
her passion grew,
wanting so much.

His member swelled
he closed his eyes,
and when he came
her moanings his prize.

She arched her back,
to welcome it all
she turned off her mind,
she let herself fall.

Together they came,
in passion, in love,
Their bodies were one,
a lion, a dove.

They reached earth again,
exhausted, in sweat,
would never forget
the night they first met.