It must have been the stars
must have been the night
must have been the kisses
that struck her right ...

The tingles from her head
down to her toes...the first talk
butterflies churning, palms wet
breath hot, seeking forth ...

Running into his arms
never letting go, seeking passion
in their steamy room with deep
sounding voice, he touches her lips ....

Whispers in her ears, excitement comes
again ... rush of electric rushes through
their beings, she leans into him, lust
has arrived he peers deep into her eyes ...

Come to me my love, let this be the night
let it release and let me call you mine
he brushes the side of her face
As He calls her baby ...

Debbie Brooks 2014