There wasn't any sound Save for the whispers Of the moaning wind Of the fluttering sea Of the sizzling bonfire And of two bodies entwined together
And there was nothing to set eyes upon Except for the faint picture Of a moon Of a gazillion stars Of a moonlit strand of seaside utopia And of two bodies quietly robed
There was nothing I could breathe in But the dancing aurora of scents Of salty waters Of a cool candelia Of damp, smooth skin And the deep essence of your neck
Nothing was moving in beat Apart from the smooth, flawless, rhythm Of the swaying leaves of the coconut trees Of stars flickering and a summer night blazing Of a thousand drumming fingers of crashing waves And of two bodies careening intimately upon a beat-up hamaca of weaved wisps
Just you and me on our line where Artemis and Neptune meet We felt nothing else but the compelling desire to let our bodies tell of our passion searing and torrid
And as we sank ourselves deep into blissful frenzy, As we whispered each otherΓs name, As our souls become one soul,