Midnight Interlude

I see in your eyes a tenderness that can only come from a love as true as the moonlight that bathes us on this warm summer’s night; a warmth that has somehow melted the bitter cold which had caged my heart for so long, touching a place deep inside of me that has been touched by no one before. You slowly trace the outline of my face and I feel a sensuous heat radiate from your fingertips, penetrating my entire body. I breathe deep, inhaling the fragrance of your existence far into the depth of my yearning soul, afraid to exhale for fear of losing the memory of its exquisiteness. I close my eyes and feel the brush of your lips against mine, so soft that my mind questions the reality of such a gentle kiss. After a moment I taste the urgency, realizing this is more than a dream as we desperately fulfill the demand of our most intimate needs until the exhaustion from our passion is more than we can bear. Our thirst for each other now quenched, and the intensity of the moment diminished, a calmness takes over taming our emotions. We barely hear the church bell as it chimes in the midnight hour, for still cradled in the nakedness of each other’s love; we descend into a peaceful sleep.