The full moon has made her fair skin silver; the beads of sweat seems to be glistening
I looked at her eyes in a never dropped way.
She’s holding me by my waist with her legs
We both were panting, we both satiated.
The summer night breeze hid the moon, her round face becomes hazed one
Is it the moon ate the dark or the dark ate the moon, she whispered in an aloof voice
(And) Before, I can reply she caught my lips and dragged by her teeth
The clutch at waist tightened as I move inside her once more–my hands on her breasts
The moon shone again; trespassing through window
On our naked body and over the bed
When I release. We both moan.
The clutch at waist loosened;
I fall on her breast.
Is it the moon eat the dark or the dark eat the moon, she whispers catching her breaths.
I replied by shoving my head deep inside her cleavage…
Her fingers plow through my sweated hairs…