On a moon lit night
ing Tis night as she sits before the screenFlowing hair so silky and dark,Falling across smooth skin white a creamLike fine silk the contrast stark.Lips sensuous and warmEyes so clear and bright,Round hips fine formBeckon through the night.A cool breeze like a caressComing like a shadow,He glides behind her with finesseFor him she’s all aglow.His lips move to her neckHis warm breathe setting her afire,It is but the lightest peckBut it lights her desire.Inhaling her sweet scentHis arms envelope...