Poem for Cherub…(moon beam)

Let’s get into a drunken stupor,
On some good Scotch, Top of the top shelf,
Then disappear into the dark night,
Frolic like nature intended,
Let the moon gleam on our bodies,
Let the stars shower their dust on us,
Our hands finding their way,
Our lips and tongues connecting,
Our bodies naked, together pressing,
Skin touching skin, amidst the moon beam.

The power of the moon, powering our minds,
Taking us on a journey into sex,
In the dark of night we take our bodies,
Into the space that is taboo,
We make our own space, with delight,
Enchant our senses in the moon light,
The yearning, the longing, for a love so true,
Comes alive in the deep moon blue,
Our desires unleashed like two wild beasts,
Animal touching animal, amidst the moon beam.

(It gets deeper)

Desires running wild into the darkness,
Seeking out the unknown,
The exchange of heat, man to woman,
Pounding hearts combine as one,
Sweat rolling, shining in the moon’s light,
Bodies wet with love, glistening, grinding,
Fingers feeling folds of flesh,
Tongues caressing, licking skin,
Pleasurable whim from deep within,
Soul touching soul, amidst the moon beam.