A Poem: Our night on the Balcony
They first made love beneath a tree;
last night, on a balcony.
Her naked man, down on his knees;
Under her skirt, in the ocean breeze.
The beach was dark, the stars were bright;
Two silhouettes played in the night.
Salty wind on naked skin;
A nervous kiss as they begin.
He stands naked, before her chair;
Lifts her shirt, her breasts now bare.
She parts her legs, he thrusts his hips;
A quiet moan escapes his lips.
Back and forth, they slowly dance;
To ocean waves against the sand.
As lightning lights the starry sky;
his cock explodes deep in his bride.
Leaning down into her kiss;
A whispered "thank you" on his lips.
Amazed at how his shy young wife;
Brings another fantasy to life.