Under the Full Moon

I want to dance naked
under the full moon,
the gleam of her face
shining on my breasts,
her caressing light
enfolding me.

I want to dance naked
under the full moon,
my arms lifted in
ecstasy of freedom,
my legs moving
with the rhythm of the wind.

I want to dance naked
under the full moon,
knowing you are watching
from the cover of the trees,
your eyes shining with
desire.

I want to dance naked
under the full moon,
with you dancing at my side,
your breasts gleaming in
her light, your body
calling to be caressed.

I want us to dance naked
under the full moon,
breast to breast,
heart to heart,
hands touching in
sensual love.

Return to Contents

Home | About Me | Novel | Welcome Home Reviews | Short Stories | Poetry | Reviews
Bookstores for Us | Photography | Art | E-Cards | Links | Contact Me | Glenda's Musing | Guest Book