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I gaze at the starlit sky.
The gentle wind ruffling my fawn colored hair.
We sit on the glade as you caress me,
listening to the rumble of the cascade.

I try to appease my self ambitions.
I stare at your alabaster, calm face,
seeing no despair,
your earnest charm.

We keep listening to all around us,
the enchanting, passing breeze through the elms,
the shape of the moon,
the envitable bliss that shrouds us in ectasy.

I fathome,
You smile as the finches sing their lovely lullaby.
Your fervent, gallant actions,
of your essences.

Your authentic assurance.
It's becoming excessive.
You arouse me.
You exclaim to me of my exquisite beauty.

Feeling astonished I lose control of my actions.
The dire flare of extrodinary wonder.

I inhale a deep breath and my elaborate scheme comes to life.
I endeavor my plan and to my suprise his lips crush mine before I could even try.

I despise how he knows me,
deciphering my expressions,
depending on my emotions.
Making me feel pure, invincible.

The graceful aroma that comes off your face.
I pull away, but you pull me farther in.
Your endless effort,
that frustrates me.

Your fragile touch.
The delicate image,
your fond, gloomy stare,
that effects me in every desirable way.

You let go.
I stare into your firm eyes.
You look up,
then I look up.
We gaze at the shape of the moon.

Our eyes meet again.
I see that twinkle.
I falter then kiss you back.
You gently touch my face then I look up again.
I know it's forever.