We put the candle 
                 on the dresser.
                 As the flames wove together
                 the shadows 
                 of our naked bodies,
                 your fingers softly 
                 caressed my growing erection
                 and you held me in your hand
                 as I caressed your breasts
                 and nipples in the night,
                 lit by a single flame.
                 I laid on my back 
                 as your warm mouth cupped
                 my hardness eager for 
                 your lips and ecstacy.
                 This was a moment
                 private and intimate,
                 held in a oneness
                 by our desire 
                 and love.
                 
                 We kissed and your tongue
                 found mine
                 in the warm excitement.
                 The flame of the candle illumined
                 your beauty as you laid back
                 in the bed 
                 as I sucked gently
                 on your breasts
                 and you moaned
                 urging me to gently bite.
                 Then I turned around 
                 and my hardness found
                 your willing mouth 
                 as I bent and kissed your warm 
                 moist center. I wanted 
                 to go deep inside you. 
                 I needed to touch 
                 the deep inside
                 of your passion 
                 so I stood behind you 
                 as you guided me
                 into your softness.
                 I plunged and you moaned,
                 as I moaned, while our bodies 
                 moved in unison, alive 
                 to every feeling.
                 And then unable to resist 
                 no longer, I let go
                 of the explosion 
                 in a fever of love,
                 and you joined me
                 in your sching release.