Silence in the night. Midnight whispers in the moon. Gentle caress of the blowing summer evening wind. Sensual kiss gliding across the lips from the north star.
A breathless moment. A skipping beat of the heart. A twinge just under the skin of the toes. A rushing release of pure excitment. A fleeting moment in time
Passion, heat, love, lust. excitment. Pleasure, upon pleasure, time and time again. Soft expression of a lusting moment. Sweet love and a gentle caress. A perfect moment in time.
Shivering with antispation. Waiting for that first touch, the first kiss. The fist moment of acceptances. To be a part of the silences and to hear the whispers, to taste the kiss. To gasp for air to feel the heart skip that beat.
Then the moment ends and you long for it to come again. Aching to feel it again. Needind to feel it again and again. Those midnight whisperers in the dark