A stark nude vesper, a rarity,
Neither stars, nor moon, nor clouds,
Just as endless, dark stark naked night.
Still everything seemed right…so very right.
The stretch of your dark limbs,
Open waves of my long hair.
In ensuing darkness we heard the heartbeats
And just touched each other with a stare.
Not much was left to think and say…
As the lips were sealed with fervor beyond care.
The tingling tips, the fused molten limbs
Shivers of delight, and moans of passion
Short-lived breaths and unending sensation.
Everything so perfect, but just a scream…
Not wanting it to end as an unfinished dream
I clenched his hair in my fist,
His fingers entwined with mine,
Still holding my bleeding wrist..
A tremor erupted somewhere
Moving them to a rapturous delight
The peak of passion was indeed
Worth all the years of lonely plight.