Through a half open window
a warm summer breeze
breathed a honeysuckle
fragrance throughout that
ol' farmhouse..

A gentle breeze teased
the curtains into a
playful sway..

Only the moon knows
the night, and her
secrets lay with the
shadows that dance
accross the walls..

Tonight.. there is no
sound except two lovers
locked in passions heat..

Tonight.. hungry souls are
served a raging passion..

Spilled wine soaks the satin
sheets, and gasps of joy
become a night song..

My arms and back are
breaking, but I cannot
stop..
No.. I shall not stop..

I am a prisoner of her love..

I am delirious with wanting
her..

The moon will not set me
free until she is chased
away by a burning sun..

But sunrise will not find
us sleeping..

Blame it on the moon~