My Most Favorite Part Of The Day, Is When My Moon Rises, It Fills A Dark Night With Her Soothing Glow.

You are my thoughts, no matter what time of day.....

Always comforting to know the moon is always there...

moon by frankastro

At night , is when it's magical.

Distance becomes irrelevant.

Time can stand still or we can live a lifetime.

So many times we've made love, walked a beach, sat on the porch and watched the stars.

At night I can hold your hand and not let go, I can say all I need to without barriers.

Live as we desire.

I feel sadness to those that don't remember dreams like these.

Craving your body, bathed in the moon's light.

Every curve, slipping into dark shadow.

Barely able to make out the look in your eyes, all I see is the gleam in the dim light.

Oh how I want to pull you apart.... Remove every stitch of fabric... Bend your body how I desire... Worship every inch of the woman for as long as I can.

Everywhere I turn, I look for you.

Craving you... Your skin... The softness of your body...feeling your muscles beneath my fingertips twitching to my touch.... Every curve I see beneath your clothes, now exposed and mine to explore.... To slide Into you bare.... To take you raw, intimate.... Losing one's self to time and environment

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The shower... One of our favorite places.... Together until the water runs cold.

Ache....

Hard to describe the ache I carry for you.

I remember when it started, it was when I heard your voice for the first time, saw your eyes, felt your energy, that it began to bloom.

Felt like a slight burn from touching a hot pot from the stove.... It registered differently in me, pushed away things I felt and was definitely new.

Now..... It's something different.

It's an obsession, a craving powerful in scope.

You invade my thoughts, my body reacts like I need a nicotine fix, I physically quiver at the thought of you.

I know every curve, every speck of color in your eyes, your voice fills my head long after you speak, it's the only music I want to play.

I yearn for your touch, for your caress, I want to feel your fingers trailing my skin, your nails tearing into my flesh, I crave you invading my space, playing with my beard.

I need to touch.... I need to rip the clothes from your body and I need to tear you open.

I want to bruise you, hear your screams, I want to use every bit of you up, breathe in your air as I'm making your heart pound faster and harder.

I want to devour your body, pull you apart, get lost in your soul, feel your heart beating against mine as I dig into your darkness and the part of you that's only for me.

My ache decreases with every intimate stroke, filling you deep inside, every whisper, every sound.... Mine... Feeding I take.... I build... I consume you until the air is nothing but ash.....

Even as I slump into exhaustion, my lips full of your taste, my tongue savoring the salt of your skin.... As I feel myself running out of you and down your thigh.....

My ache begins to build again.

I'm too far down the rabbit hole......

Moon...