Warm

That night,

When the moon,

Shining bright,
Through the thick,

Fog,

Of fright,
And innocence…

 

Faded

As their fingers,

Slid together,

So naturally,
Like old lovers,

Desperately,

Holding on,
To a passion…

 

Growing–

When his lips,

Caught hers,

So effortlessly,
And they tasted,

Lust,

Like heated honey,
And they knew,

 

Extacy–

While the stars,

Were glowing,

White gossamer,
Against green,

Leaves,

And the summer breeze,
Was still…

 

Warm.

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