The fire raged
with the call
of the new moon.
Forbidden thoughts
rising with a certainty
like spires of mist
in the night;
bodies locked
in a tight embrace,
cherishing the
unspoken words
that arise from
electrified emotions;
passion echoed in
delicious laughter,
rising to a fervor,
punctuated only by
breathless sighs;
desire awakening
like the stars,
intertwined
with red bliss
that escapes all confines
to become one with
the torrid night
and the silken
globe of fire.
Such are the dreams
I dream of us.