Romantic Poem Making Love
Making Love
Brandee Lyann Hilbert
Underneath the moonlit sky, beneath a blanket of stars, I lay with you in a land afar.
It's so quiet, all I can hear, is my breath, I vaguely take, with you so near.
You have my body bound. I'm lost in your presence, where I can't be found.
You kiss my neck, it feels so nice. You have me feeling so enticed.
As my body emerges, it yearns, and it urges, to feel your embrace; and to taste your taste.
As you put it in, a little smile grins. Should I whisper faster? Or, should I scream for my Master?
Your pulling my hair, I feel, as if I were floating on air. As I tremble, and begin to shake, you quiver, and quake.
Underneath the moonlit sky, beneath a blanket of stars, I'm yours, wherever you are.