Silver White Reflections

Clouds scatter beneath waxing moon and her sensual fullness silently reflects silver white in the long grasses of the wild meadow as we listen to the breeze of late summer mingling with the soft sounds of night a night made for kissing as fingers tango lightly on skin to the natural rhythm of rustling grass and her sighs sing over the air of the summer evening the soft whisper of her name as our lips meet delicate and soft yet demanding as the dancing fingers chill her heat and the moon glows brighter in the fullness of love © JG Farmer 2017