Lovers in the moonlight,
they lay intertwined in each others’ bodies.
A blend of eyes and lips and mouths and hips –
they made each other immortal, in those few golden hours.

They made love in it’s most primal, purest form –
the sort of love that lasts a lifetime.
Sighs and moans replaced aches and groans,
as they become frozen in that one moment,
yet their bodies were as warm as ever with those first few,
yet always most beautiful flowers of passion.

He felt married to her and yet he wanted more.
He didn’t just want the pleasures of her body.
He wanted the pleasures of her heart and soul.
It’s immorality. He wanted to have her completely.
He wanted to be hers and for her to be his. Forever. Always.