The crescent moon

We lay bare on the bed, like a crescent moon...arms wrapped, legs entangled...

Layered with creative libido we silently intone transparent desires

As you take my prized pout to your savage esurience, I struggle to keep pace…

Exploring every pore burning the winter on fire, we devour each other…breathless...

Confessing to poetic sensibilities we odyssey...
Covering milestones yet destination distant...

Where the process is bounteously rewarded as shudders pleasure between my legs...

We wait with strained patience for your moment to pass...to linger the productive proximity for another night...

When the crescent moon twinkly smiles at us as we rhythmically rewrite feeling poetry for many more nights...