stone

yes..
the fullness of the moon...
she turns,
my mind travels...
again, be it so
as down the forbidden,
our minds often go...
would you find the curves of a stone...
and within the night..
press,
its hardness of that stone.
against,
moving up and down,
on parts surely,
never should to me... be known.
in the cover of night...
only with streaks of her moon light...
movement of my hand as if to choke...
for close, you are upon this dream...
magically,
i have felt you within....
stroke by stroke...
i imagine how it begins.
would the wetness of your warmth...heat my nature's stone
in whispers of night....heard, would be my moans...
between your fingers...twist and heat....
with your sweat...
make the stone’s heart beat
 ....with your squeeze....
let your hair feel a night's gentle breeze....
for it is my fingers that brush back your hair....
exposing your eyes...
along with your soul to bare