One

I brushed the side of her soft cheek with my hand Cradled her head with my other Looked directly into those two beautiful brown pools and in the still summer air i whispered her name, then kissed her waiting moist lips, slightly parted, as her body trembled in my hands. Hips now grinding in anticipation Hands roaming and finding the targets we both were eager to share, and without a care we laid bare in the misty moonlight of delight. Rising, falling, passionate sighs and moans and groans building to a blissful finish, in a sweaty collapse. No words have to be spoken For the windows of those two beautiful brown pools speak all i need to know We have become one