Moonlight short poem

Photo by MichaelRiedel

Sat outside beneath a starry sky, with a favourite glass of wine
With the silver glow of moonlight, oblivious of time
Your hand is held in mine, the special intimacy of touch
Just sharing conversation, times like this I love So much
Sat Together in the moonlight, so intimate and close
Your head rests on my shoulder, times like this I love the most
Some things are meant to happen when destiny comes true
The feeling of such closeness and the love I hold for you
Making love beneath the moonlit and clear dark starry sky
Passion searing and consuming as we ache for pleasures high
And after, as I hold you in my arms I feel complete
Absorbed within the moment glad this night we chose to meet
For a passionate encounter our hearts and bodies both entwined
Making love by silver moonlight its memory etched upon my mind
Another precious moment when I feel that we are one
An ecstatic fleeting moment but all too soon the feelings gone
I return you to your world and as I return to mine
Till the glow of silver moonlight, like my heart and spirit shine

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