Love In the Night

In the dark of night, under the stars My lover is nestled in my arms. Breathing softly, our fingers entwine- I feel his love; he feels mine. In the dark of night under silvery moon He wants to take me—I'll let him soon. Fingers like velvet touch my skin: This feels like heaven or glorious sin. In the dark of night, dawn drawing nigh I rest on his heart, and softly sigh. Our bodies spent with sated love, We blissfully dream with the stars above. D H Loewen Copyright November 17, 2009 All rights reserved