Making Love

Somewhere out there, where lovers meet. In the still of night, with muted light. Lilacs fragrance consume the air. Basking in it's perfume, you lay there. A tilt of the heads toward each other, eyes gaze in mysterious delight. Fingers intertwining, searching, Music of the heart, plays it's part. Slowly, carressing, fondling, arousing. Fire burning, senuously, responding to each and every touch, enjoying each other, oh so much. Immersed as one, intertwining bodies, catch the light of moon, an explosion erupts from deep inside and not a moment too soon. Bodies glisten in the moonlit night, sighs of pleasure resonate. The night is young, the moon is full. Time is of no importance, live long into the night and enjoy, again and again and again. Written by: Melvina Germain