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