The summer breeze floated in, through the open window
Pulling tendrils of her hair loose, coaxing them to caress her face
The moon beamed in, stars gathered and the breeze stopped in anticipation
She stirred at the noise, and yet heard nothing except
The gentle beat of a heart under her head,
She felt nothing except the gentle rise and fall of a chest
She smiled and moved her hand, from under his, tracing
The fingers that made her numb, the shoulders
That she had held onto, the sinews of his neck flecked with red
The lips that held the secrets of how she became a woman..
She lifted her head, her hair undone, she moved her hand
She traced his eyes, willing them to open and yet remain closed
She wanted to see the flares of desire lit again, to see herself in them, yet
She feared drowning in their dark passion, and in the promises it held.
She smiled, as the breeze blew in again, ever so gently, coaxing him to open his eyes,
Their eyes locked, he pushed the wayward hair, and pulled her closer,
She wondered if it were possible to be so alive and breathless at once.
The breeze blew gently, pushing her into him, coaxing them to come together again,
The moon dimmed her lights, the stars flickered, and a sigh was heard.