
The sand was warm between their toes
As they held on to each other...
Not wanting this first embrace to ever end
As their lips explored the unknown taste of something new
Until their knees grew weary and they fell together to the beach
And the pondering moon
hung low.
Hands that once clung now began to explore
To touch where each had only dreamed of
Haste was the order in which buttons were undone
And clothes that bound were quickly shed
That they could feel the exquisite connection they knew had always existed
Passions controlled their every move
Which felt as natural as the waves that moved the sands
Eager lips found her swelling breasts
Soft hands found the strength of the man she so desired
And a tender moan escaped
her smile
This was what they had both waited for
And as she guided him in
to her warmth
Their lips
met again
With a promise under the pondering moon
to
never part....