The fire raged with the call of the new moon. Forbidden thoughts rising with a certainty like spires of mist in the night; bodies locked in a tight embrace, cherishing the unspoken words that arise from electrified emotions; passion echoed in delicious laughter, rising to a fervor, punctuated only by breathless sighs; desire awakening like the stars, intertwined with red bliss that escapes all confines to become one with the torrid night and the silken globe of fire. Such are the dreams I dream of us.