The moonlight designed her silhouette
hovering across the landscape of pongee bedsheets.
The gentle, silvery light – glistened from a thousand miles away,
anticipating the movement from her presence,
creating shadows like naked manikins.
She looked beyond the ball of crystal fire
and caught the light from a billion scintillating stars;
her eyes ignighted through the darkness
as she reached over to grab the ivory pillow
for something to hold on;
eyes became tightly closed from the electric sensation of penetration.
She reached the apex of climax: naked, nipples pert,
letting her warm breath do the work
while endorphins saturated her awakening innerVerse.
The achromatic Moon watches on,
collecting memories from millions of silhouettes
dancing out the illusion of different songs.