Shall We?

Your lips, soft as velvet petals, encounter mine in a midnight rendezvous. The moon, outside the window, is our chaperone tonight. Shall we? With a slight ripple of mischief in the tranquil waters of my eyes, I slowly close the plum-colored drapes. It is just you and I now.... wearing nothing but smiles. We embrace and entangle as though we are two strands of hair trapped in an inescapable knot. Your tongue speaks novels as my skin listens. Your fingers paint the pale landscape of my body. We both share in this bliss until we explode into a midnight thunderstorm. The storm soon dissipates, and our bodies and souls collapse from exhaustion. Soon, we are ready for another rain dance. Shall we?