Two Silhouettes

Alone together in dead of night,
Two silhouettes bathed in pale moonlight;
Fingers laced as they casually stroll,
Each content in new found roles.

Unbridled desires, beyond carnal lust,
Theirs an arrangement built on sure trust.
Once entwined fingers now caress with full purpose,
As dress, of red lace, falls to earth's surface.

Bared before him, she stands perfectly still,
Listening closely as he bids of his will.
Freely giving of body, mind and soul;
He takes her to places of pleasures untold.

Two silhouettes bathed in pale moonlight,
Alone together in dead of night...