A Pool of Flame

 Under the soft glow of moonlight,

we slipped through the quiet gate.

The night, a velvet hush, draped over naked shoulders,

warm and late, embracing our shared fate.

Stars danced across the water’s skin,

twinkling secrets in the dark, a silent, knowing plea.

The sky, a tapestry of silver threads, finely spun,

matched the fire your touch ignited in me.

A whisper of air, cool and light, brushed our skin,

carrying chlorine, lust, and endless night.

Alone at the pool, the world asleep, lost in dreams,

our bodies bathed in the moon's tender, silver light.

You dipped your toes, a playful gesture, and turned to smile,

your eyes a dare, a silent question I couldn't resist.

Then with a joyful splash, you pulled me into the cool embrace,

and met me with a soft, teasing kiss.

The water clung like liquid silk, a second skin,

our limbs entangled, slow and gloriously free.

Your hands explored in playful swirls, a lover's dance,

beneath the moon’s approving, watchful gleam.

Laughter turned to soft, lingering sighs, as we drew close,

when skin to skin, our bodies gently brushed.

A quiet moan, a whispered word, breath held tight,

desire blooming, a delicate, tender rose uncrushed.

We floated in a fevered hush, a world truly our own,

your body pressed against mine, a comforting, burning heat.

Each touch, each soft gaze, a gentle, awakening spark,

that set my very soul aglow, undeniably sweet.

You climbed upon me then, so slow and exquisitely sure,

your legs wrapping round like delicate, yearning vines.

Our lips met, hot and urgent, then sweet and wildly true,

no distance left between us, no dividing lines.

The pool became our secret bed, a hidden sanctuary deep,

a tide of fire, a rise and fall of yearning waves.

We kissed beneath the watchful, silent stars, our only witness,

where only the water heard the promises our hearts craved.

You whispered words, sweet and raw, against my neck,

your fingers tracing lines of passion, a burning map of heat.

And every ripple we created, every gentle sway,

carried our unspoken lust, a rhythm soft and truly sweet.

Your mouth met mine again, and then again, with desperate longing,

deeper now, no rush, no hesitation, no shame.

Hands wandered through the wet embrace, seeking and finding,

as our bodies softly called each other’s sacred name.

We rocked in warmth, in the cool, moonlit depths, a perfect union,

each sigh a sacred spark, each breath a whispered plea.

The water held our every cry, a blanket of solace,

our secrets sealed in the gentle, welcoming dark, just you and me.

Time slipped like water through our grasping hands, swiftly,

but we held on, not letting go, treasuring each fleeting beat.

I kissed your lips, your collarbone, your trembling shoulder,

the places only lovers know, impossibly sweet.

You arched against me, soft and bold, a silent surrender,

your breath the rhythm, the very beat I longed to follow through—

our pulses pounding in the heart of the moonlit night,

as the stars themselves bent low to watch us, too.

So let the world beyond us fade, a distant, forgotten hum,

tonight was made for this, for us, for every stolen kiss.

The heat, the hush, the whispered moans that filled the air,

the sacred burn, the undeniable, tender bliss.

A perfect night, a pool of flame, where our spirits intertwined,

where hunger met the soft glow of the moon, a perfect sign.

And every touch you so freely gave to me,

turned the deep stillness of midnight into noon, truly divine.

With one last gasp of shared ecstasy, we slipped beneath,

wrapped tight in wet delight, a beautiful, breathless art.

Our laughter rose, soft and trembling, to meet the vast sky,

the beautiful, perfect climax of our starlit night.

And every ripple that we left upon the surface,

a story written clear, for the universe to see—

a secret only stars recall, a love made bright and near,

forever etched in the depths of our memory.