By Monica C. Voskamp
His hands found my throat,
Slowly they curved
Around it’s pillar
Softly he held me,
Right there.
I felt the strength in his hands
Fingers clasped round
My neck.
I felt his strength,
His power,
His discipline,
His care to not hurt,
But handle me
Strong.
He let his strength
Speak not it’s force
But made a place
Of resting for me.
This was new to me.
Both a turn on,
And a relief.
I relaxed.
I smiled softly while
His lips found mine.
We played our own melody
Under those midnight stars.
He sang so sweet,
His love pressed against me.
I closed my eyes
And lingered,
I lingered long.
I couldn’t resist,
I wouldn’t resist,
Such sweetness imprinting me.
Touches of wonder,
Caresses of longing,
Desires finally
Expressed, expressing.
His delight,
My muse.
The man under the moon
Held me close.
And in those moments
We forgot.
We forgot the world.
We forgot the worries.
We forgot the stress.
And found solace,
Found each other
Under the moon.
We found relief,
In each other’s welcoming.
We found warmth
For our souls.
We found comfort being two
Instead of just one
Under the moon.
Our souls blended.
It’s lone torture ending.
We soothed each other
With inner healing.
We calmed the voices outside
By quieting
Each other.
Dream of me, moonlight man.
Dream of me tonight,
And remember your hands
Upon my pillar.
Remember the warmth of myself
Embracing you.
Remember my slow,
Gentle strokes on your skin.
Remember my smile.
Remember me.
Remember the night
We shared with each other,
Remember the frigid winter air
We breathed warm.
Just you and me,
Under the moon.
Remember me,
As I remember you.
Strong, caring, sweet,
An exhale of relief
A inhale of belonging.
Belonging even for a night
Together,
Under the moon.
Always believe. Always hope. Always love. ❤
*Photo credit: Photo by Kyle Johnson on Unsplash