You Knead Me

Your allure pulls me in like the moon pulls the oceans tides. In perfect alignment with one another as is the Sun, Moon and Earth. You are my moon, I am your sea.

I gravitate toward your unmistakable duende under nature's night light. The man of the moon casts his stands of liquid silver upon your unveiled form.

One knee jutting upwards like a newly formed mountain top reaching for the heavens. Your head turns towards the shadows, darkness falling upon your face, as you beckon me closer.

Moonlight waltzes across you as I lie beside, looking upward at the infinite number of diamonds twinkling against the black velvet sky. I feel you atop me now, the silver glow framing your resplendence.

Your undulation begins slowly, like the ebbing tide, rising, falling, in cadenced measure. Your fingers pushing, squeezing, opening closing against my chest. I can almost hear your purr like a sated feline as you knead me, needing me.

I feel the tide changing, building, cresting, falling, ebb and flow. Fingertips dig into me for stability as wave upon wave crashes upon me, as thunderous cries that could drown out nature's sounds against the shore pass your lips.