How helpless you seem, here beneath me. Though
you have always been weak in my eyes, ne'er
like this. Your lithe body arched to the moon,
sweet trails of sweat slipping across pale flesh.
Oh, how long have I waited for this? For
the chance to truly feel you. Ah...now you
tremble. I see a whirlwind in your eyes,
the deep azure a stormy sea upon
which we toss and turn. Each of your cries acts
to pierce the night, tearing the heavy sheet
of silence that had settled. I adore
these wordless confessions that you too can
feel the passion that courses within me.
Would but this could last an eternity,
our bodies always intertwined in this
dance of lust, of desire. However,
the night must end with the disappearance
of the inconstant moon. And finally
your body, spent, finds solace in the world of
sleep. For now, my lord, I will grant you peace.