It was a beautiful evening,
milk splashed
the skies above us
& the sounds of the surf
played magical
love-music.

The air delivered
a cool breeze
& the campfire raged,
threw sparks skyward
as you pushed me
downward
onto
our wool blanket
lying on top
of crystal sands.

You held yourself above me,
holding my hands,
positioning yourself
for the perfect entry,
waiting for me to ease up
into your tender-swollenness.

I was ecstatic
when you finally
started the lovely-ritual,
caressed
my most sensitive
body part
with your own
sweet spot.

The ember-light
revealed your fine hard-points,
moving pendulous above me,
to a rythym of the gods.

And with your draped-hair
tickling me with excitement,
I exploded,
emptied myself
deep
into your own
mutual-release.

It was a beautiful evening,
we collapsed in
each other's arms,
counted the stars
& felt the warm love
flowing inside us.