Dead of Night

I saw her in the moonlight
I saw her,
pale, soft skin clothed over supple flesh,
eyes alight with fire, passion, ideas.
I saw her,
shape and curves rising and shivering,
goosebumps across anticipation.
I saw her,
legs carved from marble, shifting
silken motion  along the grass of the grove.
I saw her,
lips tucked in the corner of a smile,
a welcoming grin, begging as much as offering.
I saw her,
soft hands gently sliding along the grounds,
looking for another  to mingle with.
I saw her,
breath quickening, pulse racing,
every portion a spark ready to ignite.
I saw her,
impatient, lustful, leering body
closing at last around her desire.
I saw her,
sigh, rapture cradled in a epiphany
her body tingling with release.
I saw her,
arch in a instant,
breath escaping as a flash of flame.
I saw her,
moist and joyful and spent,
eyes trailing along the stars of the night.

I saw her,
I saw her in the moonlight.