The cool of the night

The cool of the night
Still lingers in the sheets
Though we’ve laid here an hour;
And like the gentle rain outside,
Her fingers softly roll down me
And her lips dare new things uncertainly.

I feel her smile press against mine,
Her tongue tapping on my lips,
So I draw mine and fence with her;
(Why do they say this is the way the French kiss?).

We taking turns planting kisses randomly;
I love how she still gasps and trembles
When I nibble at her ear,
And how she contentedly sighs
When my lips skim about her navel.

We draw close;
The sound of rain without,
The sound of subtle elation within.
The room awash in moonlight,
And the stars gaze curiously
As we exchange our learned secrets,
In the cool of the night.