"The Rapture of Love"

by Amber "V" Moonstone

7/2/09

Beneath the fallen cover of midnight
The moon speaks to my soul.
It is love that I desire
and kindness to behold.

You came upon that midnight hour,
slowly walking without any cover,
Your glistening body perfectly masculine
knowing that you would be my lover.

We were arms length apart
looking into each other's eyes,
filling our mind with passion's melodies
transending into lover's cries.

You touched the softness of my breast,
and I quivered with the torch of this embrace,
knowing what was to come,
I was immersed in your scented passion.

I felt the essence of your deep desires,
the quickness of your breath,
and the endearing way you looked at me,
sent my heart in unrest.

Timely touches, intimate pleasures,
were your forte toward our fulfillment,
nearly trampling my heart into oblivion,
You brought me back to our reality.

Something changed that night,
You were no longer my fantasy,
You were the real manly passion
that I have craved for eternity.

Rendering me helpless,
and in utter joyful bliss,
I followed you to eternal rapture,
in the state of complete undress.