Poem for Cherub Moon beam - Part 2

Sweating amidst the throes of love,
Sensuality for her fills my mind,
A delicate touch, senses are electrified,
Filling the air with an ambient moan.
Full of pleasure, full of desire,
Joined in an inferno of wild sex,
Burning hot through our veins,
The slapping of wet bodies brimming with love,
A cascade, a tidal wave, quaking every pore,
Shaking the senses amidst the moon beam.

Laying, panting, under the moon light,
Wild desire for love takes over,
Her smooth skin, sweet on the tongue,
Her writhing making her honey drip,
Elixir of love, fuel for the desire,
To tongue and lick her moistened clit;
Throbbing with the need to be pampered,
Bucking her hips astride my tongue,
(Her lips dripping the sweetest)
Moist, wet sex amidst the moon beam.

The night sky alight with stars,
The silence echoes our moans,
The moon tracing our wetness;
The silken moist flesh, shimmering.
Our eyes darting…bodies connected,
Soul’s aflame; bodies illuminating the love that’s created,
Our lips touch, our tongues glide,
Our hips gyrate in time.
Long and slow in the dark of the night,
We ride each other amidst the moon beam.

The animals, they scurry, frightened from the heat…
Frightened from the explosive love,
The wild fire burning in our veins,
Erupts so violently, yet so peacefully,
We hold on to each other,
Our wet bodies become one (our souls enjoy this time)
Orgasmic spasms rock us together.
Joined at the lips and groin,
A picture of nature, of nocturnal love,
Serene and quiescent amidst the moon beam.