Midnight Lovers

In the dark and quiet of the room, I can hear the lull of
your breathing, and imagine the rise and fall of your chest.

I gently reach for your arm, crossing over to your chest,
feeling the warmth of you only heightens my senses.

I caress your leg with mine, moving closer to you as I do
so, my fingers in search of your majestic peak that I long
to climb and conquer for my own.

I feel you stir beneath my touch, you reach for me, and to
your finding, I am aroused and awaiting.

Warm lips in search of passionate places, soft moans
interrupted by kisses, words reaching for souls.

Our bodies become entwinded from head to toe, hearts
pounding deep within, ripples of pleasure hiding.

As I begin my journey, the rush has me reeling, the air
is heavy, as is my breathing.

Your soft, yet stern words encourage me on, making my
climb escalate. As the time passes on, I continue my
dance, taking the lead, placing your hand on my chest
to feel the rhythm that my heart is making, matches
that of our joining.

As I reach the peak of my climb, I can feel the flow of
your hot river, as it burst forth, beating against the
flood walls, overflowing as if nothing could stop it.

The darkness becomes lit by passion, blurry visions
running through our minds, as we envision our fantasies
coming to life.

I cover your body with mine, as if it were made of the
finest of silk, draped like a lover that is soon to
disappear.

Once again, I hear the lull of your breathing, only
this time, I feel the rise and fall of your chest, with
my hair splashed across it like a waterfall in the moon.