Nothing but starlight
could shed light on our predicament.
Two souls desperate for flesh,
needing a warm body to hold.

I believe the stars watched us that night.
They watched our bodies tangle and when
we had our fill and felt satisfied, refreshed,
they shuddered to the end of the passionate night- we were so cold.

Having what we wanted felt so right.
But then it was had and we felt empty again.
I'll remember the night our eager bodies meshed,
the starlight beaming on your form- exquisite to behold.

It was not a violent affair, not even in slight.
Rather it was a soft and tender pining,
a slow drink of the strongest wine, requiring the need to suppress.
The intoxication never fully took hold.

We stayed under the stars until first sign of daylight.
It was there in that meadow then
we parted ways and thought nothing less
of each other or our own selves, truth be told.

Nothing but starlight
could shed light on our predicament.
Two souls desperate for flesh,
needing a warm body to hold.