All those deliciously wicked thoughts
Which only the moon and stars know of.
I feel your teeth pulling at my earlobe,
My hands roaming down your body
The tugging of the bundle of nerves at my bosom
Longing for me.
The delectable groans as I bite your lip
Igniting lust in me
That night, was a moonless one.
That night, the moths created darkness.
That night, the flame never stopped burning.