Whispering Night

In the whispering night
She surrenders to her passion,
Entwined in knots of need
Only he can untangle.

The sound of a foghorn
Penetrates her mind
As his fingers dig into
Her wanting flesh.

She calls out his name
As he sinks his
Hardened cock
Inside her aching pussy.

Water surrounds them
As the tide fuels their desire
In the calm of midnight.

They claim what they
Long have waited for;
This night belongs to them.
Just them.

The wind sweeps over their
Naked skin
As she breathes his need into her.

With her body, she begs…
For more.
For everything.
For him.