Moon beams shine on the glistening pine
The smell of fresh cut wood so strong
The bitter, sweet taste of strawberry wine
You penetrate me like my favorite song
I feel chills and thrills beyond limits
I breath in your mediocre cologne
The buzz has my body far from timid
You take me places I have never gone
I feel like I'm floating on clouds
You bring me down then up again
I worship your body like a shroud
You reciprocate beautifully bodies bend
The moon watches our every move
The stars an audience to love's rendition
We perform as if we have something to prove
We enjoy this erotic, naughty mission
A memory we carved in the dead of night
Hid from the world yet in plain sight

4-17-19
© Brittany Pottmeyer