Autumn moon’s a flutter, it is winter time
He drinks wine from her lips, as he spills his lies
The heat of their passion fills the room,
They’ve known each other for a time, yet they are strangers
Hiding themselves like children in a game of hide and seek
Oblivious to the fact the other knowns their hidden places
Clinging tightly to that which they think they love, always with the lingering fear of losing their grip
Pulling and undulating, sliding on sweat, striving to make the other never forget
A breath and a whisper of naughty things said, as they behave badly tangled in the bed
A powerful clinch and embrace, ecstasy written all over their face
Lust’s sweet release and primitive peace
Lying into rest after passions success
Fingers through hair they sweep, kisses so sweet and then falling asleep.
